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 Bolivia and from London.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nils Olav to the disco 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Grauzone,
The Five Americans,
Ohio Players,
Ice-T,
Kas Product,
The Last Poets,
The Names,
The Count Five,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Womack,
Roxette,
Bootsy Collins,
New Order,
The Victims,
Nick Fraelich,
OOIOO,
Circle Jerks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rakim,
Jerry's Kids,
Roy Ayers,
Cecil Taylor,
The Evens,
David Bowie,
Gang Green,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blancmange,
Flamin' Groovies,
Basic Channel,
DJ Sneak,
Peter and Kerry,
Gichy Dan,
Gang of Four,
Charles Mingus,
Barry Ungar,
Camberwell Now,
KRS-One,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stiv Bators,
The Cure,
Josef K,
Rosa Yemen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fear,
The Smiths,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Outsiders,
FM Einheit,
The Fortunes,
Black Sheep,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Con Funk Shun,
Rekid,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Negative Approach,
Q and Not U,
Infiniti,
Slave,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.