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 Equatorial Guinea and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 48th St. Collective to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock 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 punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Byrd,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Al Stewart,
The Knickerbockers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fugazi,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Organ,
Soft Cell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Remains,
Procol Harum,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Seeds,
Anakelly,
The Monochrome Set,
Harmonia,
Soul II Soul,
the Swans,
The Smoke,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ice-T,
PIL,
Bobby Womack,
Warren Ellis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sun Ra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Max Romeo,
E-Dancer,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Index,
The Blackbyrds,
Ronan,
Laurel Aitken,
Vainqueur,
Scan 7,
The Flesh Eaters,
Y Pants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Michelle Simonal,
Judy Mowatt,
Agitation Free,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nik Kershaw,
These Immortal Souls,
Pylon,
Monks,
Joe Finger,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marc Almond,
Godley & Creme,
Big Daddy Kane,
Slick Rick,
Model 500,
Make Up,
Jerry's Kids,
Hardrive,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.