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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes 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 Grey Daturas to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Lungfish,
Lightning Bolt,
Moby Grape,
Franke,
Cymande,
The Moleskins,
James White and The Blacks,
Von Mondo,
Laurel Aitken,
Todd Rundgren,
Erasure,
Piero Umiliani,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wings,
Little Man,
Toni Rubio,
KRS-One,
Radio Birdman,
Intrusion,
Bizarre Inc.,
Amon Düül II,
The Vogues,
Morten Harket,
B.T. Express,
PIL,
Tom Boy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Blues Magoos,
Pussy Galore,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brothers Johnson,
Parry Music,
Dead Boys,
Faraquet,
Nico,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barclay James Harvest,
Spoonie Gee,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Au Pairs,
Brick,
Half Japanese,
The Birthday Party,
Sugar Minott,
Lakeside,
Skaos,
Sun Ra,
Drexciya,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nirvana,
Sun City Girls,
Ituana,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aswad,
LL Cool J,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.