Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Mauritania and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rhythm & Sound,
Simply Red,
Youth Brigade,
Josef K,
T.S.O.L.,
Cybotron,
Scion,
Dead Boys,
Echospace,
The Remains,
Wasted Youth,
John Holt,
Qualms,
Mark Hollis,
PIL,
Arab on Radar,
June Days,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Magazine,
Aural Exciters,
The Seeds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gap Band,
Rekid,
Byron Stingily,
Arthur Verocai,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
R.M.O.,
Todd Terry,
the Human League,
The Trojans,
June of 44,
This Heat,
AZ,
the Sonics,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ralphi Rosario,
Con Funk Shun,
The Last Poets,
Alice Coltrane,
Hardrive,
UT,
Model 500,
Faust,
Roy Ayers,
Max Romeo,
Darondo,
David Bowie,
Susan Cadogan,
Basic Channel,
Rakim,
Das Ding,
Quantec,
Cymande,
Nick Fraelich,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.