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 Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 Cybotron to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Yaz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Newcleus,
Peter & Gordon,
Henry Cow,
Jacob Miller,
Funkadelic,
UT,
Scientists,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dawn Penn,
David Axelrod,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fire Engines,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cameo,
Easy Going,
Bill Wells,
Fad Gadget,
Johnny Osbourne,
Slick Rick,
The Index,
Harmonia,
In Retrospect,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Guru Guru,
Aural Exciters,
Flash Fearless,
Reagan Youth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Five Americans,
Echospace,
Stetsasonic,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kenny Larkin,
Bang On A Can,
Brothers Johnson,
Donald Byrd,
ABC,
Steve Hackett,
Sex Pistols,
Underground Resistance,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Barracudas,
The Smoke,
The Monks,
Eurythmics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lakeside,
Ronan,
the Sonics,
Quando Quango,
Wally Richardson,
Iggy Pop,
the Germs,
Groovy Waters,
Sun City Girls,
Wings,
Grey Daturas,
Roxette,
Matthew Halsall,
Rapeman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.