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 Lesotho and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Gap Band to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Eric Copeland,
Joe Smooth,
The Smiths,
Little Man,
Delta 5,
Amon Düül,
The Fugs,
Warsaw,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kaleidoscope,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Godley & Creme,
Intrusion,
The Busters,
Nils Olav,
EPMD,
The Fire Engines,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scratch Acid,
Outsiders,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Patti Smith,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bill Near,
the Normal,
The Remains,
Quando Quango,
the Swans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rod Modell,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Raincoats,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rufus Thomas,
Harry Pussy,
Spoonie Gee,
F. McDonald,
Vainqueur,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Easy Going,
The Knickerbockers,
Mars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jacques Brel,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kas Product,
Suicide,
Accadde A,
Maleditus Sound,
Crime,
Bobby Womack,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Selecter,
Blake Baxter,
Scrapy,
Gang Starr,
Section 25,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.