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 Namibia and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Alison Limerick to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
The Electric Prunes,
Sound Behaviour,
Sun City Girls,
Magma,
Neil Young,
A Certain Ratio,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultra Naté,
kango's stein massive,
Minutemen,
Smog,
Lalann,
Funkadelic,
Make Up,
The Mojo Men,
Hasil Adkins,
X-101,
Prince Buster,
Eddi Front,
Donald Byrd,
Gong,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eden Ahbez,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lucky Dragons,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Star Department,
Archie Shepp,
Faraquet,
Alice Coltrane,
Bizarre Inc.,
F. McDonald,
JFA,
Drive Like Jehu,
Judy Mowatt,
Underground Resistance,
Blake Baxter,
The Index,
Public Enemy,
Nick Fraelich,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cramps,
The Invisible,
Bronski Beat,
Pet Shop Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eli Mardock,
The J.B.'s,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Barracudas,
The Offenders,
The Pretty Things,
MDC,
Organ,
Minor Threat,
Scion,
Youth Brigade,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.