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 Bulgaria and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Dead C to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Surgeon,
New York Dolls,
Aural Exciters,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Rod Modell,
The Cure,
the Bar-Kays,
Scan 7,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fortunes,
Boredoms,
Severed Heads,
Skriet,
John Foxx,
The Knickerbockers,
Japan,
Mars,
Sarah Menescal,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Womack,
Quando Quango,
Neil Young,
Maurizio,
A Certain Ratio,
Animal Collective,
Idris Muhammad,
Monks,
Young Marble Giants,
Babytalk,
Henry Cow,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sam Rivers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Andrew Hill,
Adolescents,
Supertramp,
China Crisis,
Cal Tjader,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Bananas,
The Human League,
ABBA,
Cameo,
Pulsallama,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Au Pairs,
Half Japanese,
Zero Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Smiths,
Camberwell Now,
Malaria!,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Toasters,
DJ Style,
The Victims,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.