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 Hungary and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Kerrie Biddell to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Kurtis Blow,
Gerry Rafferty,
Boogie Down Productions,
X-101,
Wings,
Ultra Naté,
Peter and Kerry,
the Normal,
Hot Snakes,
the Swans,
Tres Demented,
Minnie Riperton,
The Busters,
Bob Dylan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Reagan Youth,
Pere Ubu,
Mars,
Isaac Hayes,
The Zeros,
10cc,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nirvana,
Nils Olav,
Scientists,
Underground Resistance,
Jandek,
Ice-T,
Skarface,
Amon Düül,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cybotron,
Procol Harum,
Roxy Music,
Drexciya,
Sandy B,
The Saints,
Joe Smooth,
Delta 5,
Lindisfarne,
The Birthday Party,
Patti Smith,
U.S. Maple,
Sister Nancy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Josef K,
Saccharine Trust,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Royal Trux,
F. McDonald,
Audionom,
Q and Not U,
Michelle Simonal,
The Pretty Things,
The Slackers,
Gang Green,
Prince Buster,
The Raincoats,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.