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 Kyrgyzstan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin 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 Sällskapet to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Nico,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Victims,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Moby Grape,
Derrick Morgan,
Blossom Toes,
Echospace,
June Days,
Severed Heads,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lalann,
Mission of Burma,
Ultra Naté,
The Young Rascals,
X-Ray Spex,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Matthew Bourne,
Bush Tetras,
Albert Ayler,
Ken Boothe,
David Bowie,
The Fugs,
Little Man,
Smog,
Newcleus,
Sister Nancy,
Gong,
Marc Almond,
Soul II Soul,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tim Buckley,
Sarah Menescal,
Fad Gadget,
Delon & Dalcan,
The J.B.'s,
The Electric Prunes,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Michelle Simonal,
Hardrive,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Q and Not U,
Tomorrow,
The Fall,
Zero Boys,
Excepter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Subhumans,
Vainqueur,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Chrome,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jacques Brel,
Moebius,
Frankie Knuckles,
Model 500,
The Cramps,
The Remains,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soulsonic Force,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.