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 Cuba and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Magma to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Al Stewart,
Whodini,
Accadde A,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Babytalk,
Unwound,
Sam Rivers,
Patti Smith,
The Divine Comedy,
The Neon Judgement,
Hashim,
Morten Harket,
the Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cramps,
Ice-T,
Television Personalities,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Martian,
The Angels of Light,
The Knickerbockers,
Joyce Sims,
Sight & Sound,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Technova,
Monks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wings,
The Trojans,
Loose Ends,
Young Marble Giants,
X-101,
the Soft Cell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dual Sessions,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eric B and Rakim,
Section 25,
The Monochrome Set,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sun City Girls,
Black Pus,
Blossom Toes,
Ronan,
Pantytec,
Surgeon,
Tubeway Army,
Black Bananas,
Gang Starr,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Busters,
Man Parrish,
Kurtis Blow,
Supertramp,
Fad Gadget,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Slave,
The Litter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Charles Mingus,
The Vogues,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.