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 Turkey and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Aural Exciters to the grime 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Vainqueur,
Ralphi Rosario,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wally Richardson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cowsills,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Buckinghams,
Joey Negro,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cameo,
New York Dolls,
Minny Pops,
Monolake,
Marvin Gaye,
Juan Atkins,
Black Pus,
OOIOO,
Barrington Levy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
KRS-One,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fortunes,
Alton Ellis,
The Count Five,
Todd Terry,
The Slackers,
Con Funk Shun,
Duran Duran,
Rapeman,
Monks,
Organ,
Average White Band,
Rekid,
Dave Gahan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Echospace,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cal Tjader,
Peter and Kerry,
Slave,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Archie Shepp,
Bob Dylan,
Avey Tare,
Wasted Youth,
Jacques Brel,
Terry Callier,
Kerri Chandler,
Brick,
Ponytail,
Pole,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rod Modell,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Busters,
the Soft Cell,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.