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 Solomon Islands and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fat Boys 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Arthur Verocai,
Flipper,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fatback Band,
Sparks,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Sherman,
Brass Construction,
Sex Pistols,
Gang Green,
Television,
Kerri Chandler,
The Raincoats,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scan 7,
Deakin,
The Star Department,
Minnie Riperton,
Heaven 17,
Sandy B,
F. McDonald,
Yaz,
The Real Kids,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Seeds,
Marshall Jefferson,
Patti Smith,
The Blackbyrds,
Ice-T,
Juan Atkins,
Flash Fearless,
Los Fastidios,
Tom Boy,
Popol Vuh,
The United States of America,
Vainqueur,
The Gap Band,
T. Rex,
Funky Four + One,
Soft Cell,
Gichy Dan,
Connie Case,
Bronski Beat,
Aloha Tigers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gong,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Index,
The Motions,
Rekid,
10cc,
Inner City,
Harry Pussy,
The Evens,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
June Days,
Sam Rivers,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.