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 Germany and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
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 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 Severed Heads to the crunk 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Jawbox,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Smiths,
CMW,
David Axelrod,
Funkadelic,
Easy Going,
Tears for Fears,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fuzztones,
Saccharine Trust,
Max Romeo,
The Human League,
Intrusion,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marc Almond,
Todd Terry,
Soulsonic Force,
Index,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brick,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Basic Channel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sound Behaviour,
Davy DMX,
Brand Nubian,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cal Tjader,
Robert Görl,
Ossler,
Joey Negro,
The Moleskins,
Gichy Dan,
Sandy B,
The United States of America,
World's Most,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Shadows of Knight,
Theoretical Girls,
Dead Boys,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Monochrome Set,
Sonny Sharrock,
Technova,
Jandek,
L. Decosne,
Angry Samoans,
Rekid,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Bananas,
Stetsasonic,
David McCallum,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Smog,
Oblivians,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.