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 Ecuador and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron 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 Sister Nancy to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
B.T. Express,
Robert Görl,
Ronnie Foster,
MDC,
Lyres,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
This Heat,
Bizarre Inc.,
Donald Byrd,
Nico,
X-Ray Spex,
Sister Nancy,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Smiths,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joensuu 1685,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minny Pops,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Niagra,
Tomorrow,
Brothers Johnson,
Max Romeo,
Stetsasonic,
John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DJ Style,
Thompson Twins,
The Pretty Things,
Dennis Brown,
Lindisfarne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Absolute Body Control,
Warsaw,
Public Enemy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Porter Ricks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mary Jane Girls,
MC5,
Youth Brigade,
Radiohead,
Lalann,
Gang Starr,
Rosa Yemen,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Black Pus,
A Certain Ratio,
Dawn Penn,
Sugar Minott,
Brand Nubian,
Flipper,
Aloha Tigers,
Graham Central Station,
Metal Thangz,
The Blackbyrds,
Pantytec,
Flamin' Groovies,
Anthony Braxton,
Judy Mowatt,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.