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 Madagascar 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum 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 Quadrant to the funk 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Tomorrow,
Massinfluence,
Fela Kuti,
New Age Steppers,
Joensuu 1685,
The Standells,
The Fall,
Tropical Tobacco,
Swell Maps,
The Residents,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kerrie Biddell,
Buzzcocks,
MDC,
The Modern Lovers,
Soft Machine,
the Human League,
Derrick Morgan,
Pagans,
Chrome,
kango's stein massive,
Los Fastidios,
Hot Snakes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Al Stewart,
Josef K,
Ultra Naté,
Soul II Soul,
Yaz,
Boredoms,
Monolake,
Inner City,
Nas,
Dennis Brown,
Lee Hazlewood,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
UT,
Sixth Finger,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Slits,
Rosa Yemen,
Drexciya,
FM Einheit,
Unrelated Segments,
Severed Heads,
Monks,
Technova,
Roxy Music,
Animal Collective,
Unwound,
Sparks,
Grauzone,
Dead Boys,
Franke,
Bauhaus,
Ludus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.