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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ 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 The Blackbyrds to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sound Behaviour,
Livin' Joy,
Aaron Thompson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
R.M.O.,
Q65,
The Vogues,
Inner City,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Das Ding,
Television Personalities,
Malaria!,
Barry Ungar,
The Dirtbombs,
B.T. Express,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Byrd,
The Mojo Men,
Drive Like Jehu,
This Heat,
Frankie Knuckles,
Youth Brigade,
Eurythmics,
Byron Stingily,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Amon Düül,
The Grass Roots,
Skaos,
The Black Dice,
Dennis Brown,
Blake Baxter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Interpol,
The United States of America,
Silicon Teens,
Second Layer,
Blancmange,
Quando Quango,
Suicide,
Prince Buster,
Cameo,
Stereo Dub,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Guru Guru,
Peter and Kerry,
Marc Almond,
The Kinks,
the Slits,
the Swans,
Ten City,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bauhaus,
Niagra,
Q and Not U,
The Selecter,
Zero Boys,
UT,
Monks,
Schoolly D,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.