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 Denmark and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Slave to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Fat Boys,
LL Cool J,
Cheater Slicks,
Glambeats Corp.,
K-Klass,
U.S. Maple,
Essential Logic,
Organ,
Soul II Soul,
Procol Harum,
The Leaves,
Radio Birdman,
Country Teasers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Interpol,
Scrapy,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Walker Brothers,
Pere Ubu,
H. Thieme,
Rod Modell,
Whodini,
New York Dolls,
Babytalk,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Last Poets,
Rakim,
The Residents,
Oneida,
The Skatalites,
Tomorrow,
Johnny Clarke,
Soulsonic Force,
Amon Düül II,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aloha Tigers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Erykah Badu,
The Blackbyrds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Knickerbockers,
Scratch Acid,
The Associates,
Lebanon Hanover,
Boredoms,
Youth Brigade,
Matthew Halsall,
Bauhaus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Selecter,
The Seeds,
Siglo XX,
Pylon,
Eurythmics,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.