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 Swaziland and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Intrusion to the electroclash 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nas,
Smog,
Roxette,
Soft Cell,
Fear,
Sex Pistols,
Prince Buster,
the Normal,
Throbbing Gristle,
Amazonics,
Bill Wells,
The Move,
Liliput,
The Blackbyrds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lyres,
Moss Icon,
The Toasters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
LL Cool J,
Dorothy Ashby,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Con Funk Shun,
Peter & Gordon,
Rakim,
Gang Green,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rites of Spring,
Second Layer,
The Pop Group,
Electric Prunes,
Black Flag,
Echospace,
Kayak,
Ultravox,
The Selecter,
Deakin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alison Limerick,
Thompson Twins,
Chrome,
The Modern Lovers,
Von Mondo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Freddie Wadling,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Maurizio,
The Smoke,
Pulsallama,
Fat Boys,
The Fortunes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Quadrant,
Joy Division,
Oneida,
Bang On A Can,
Pere Ubu,
Bad Manners,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.