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 Dominica and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar 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 Minny Pops to the dance 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Pulsallama,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Junior Murvin,
The Cowsills,
Black Pus,
Faraquet,
UT,
Talk Talk,
Sister Nancy,
The Invisible,
The Neon Judgement,
Fear,
Althea and Donna,
Duran Duran,
Motorama,
Arthur Verocai,
Sun Ra,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gap Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Buckinghams,
Quantec,
Oblivians,
Hoover,
Stereo Dub,
D'Angelo,
Barry Ungar,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marc Almond,
Audionom,
Simply Red,
Crispy Ambulance,
Schoolly D,
The Gladiators,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
ABBA,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Christie,
David McCallum,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Silicon Teens,
Desert Stars,
Underground Resistance,
Mark Hollis,
Swans,
Amon Düül II,
Suburban Knight,
Dark Day,
Qualms,
Yellowson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Isaac Hayes,
Quadrant,
Gichy Dan,
Main Source,
Ten City,
Basic Channel,
the Soft Cell,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.