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 Nauru and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sun City Girls,
Barry Ungar,
Yellowson,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gun Club,
Eric Copeland,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Urselle,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Underground Resistance,
Electric Prunes,
Agent Orange,
Prince Buster,
Deepchord,
Magma,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minny Pops,
PIL,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eve St. Jones,
The American Breed,
Peter and Kerry,
Crash Course in Science,
Kas Product,
Harry Pussy,
Pussy Galore,
Ponytail,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Vogues,
Slick Rick,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Christie,
Lalo Schifrin,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Last Poets,
Dead Boys,
Reagan Youth,
Heaven 17,
Bad Manners,
Bluetip,
Byron Stingily,
the Swans,
Sister Nancy,
The Electric Prunes,
Funky Four + One,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Slave,
The Tremeloes,
David McCallum,
Althea and Donna,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Dirtbombs,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Soft Cell,
Chris & Cosey,
Alphaville,
Pere Ubu,
Letta Mbulu,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.