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 Hungary and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum 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 The Gladiators to the electroclash 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Motorama,
Mad Mike,
Amon Düül,
The Selecter,
Fela Kuti,
The Saints,
JFA,
Jerry's Kids,
Deakin,
Iggy Pop,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Duran Duran,
Kurtis Blow,
Eli Mardock,
Grauzone,
The Smiths,
Slave,
Reuben Wilson,
Mo-Dettes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barrington Levy,
Alison Limerick,
Royal Trux,
The Leaves,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cecil Taylor,
Lalo Schifrin,
Patti Smith,
Little Man,
Unrelated Segments,
Shuggie Otis,
The Vogues,
Joey Negro,
Pagans,
Robert Hood,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Human League,
Darondo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dark Day,
Pussy Galore,
Soft Cell,
Drexciya,
Piero Umiliani,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Sheep,
Easy Going,
Gichy Dan,
Schoolly D,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
ABBA,
X-Ray Spex,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Black Dice,
Bauhaus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.