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 Mexico and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Erasure to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Henry Cow,
Swell Maps,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Monolake,
The Slackers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Altered Images,
Hot Snakes,
Glenn Branca,
Eric Copeland,
Lyres,
Sun City Girls,
Buzzcocks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fugazi,
Jimmy McGriff,
10cc,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Todd Rundgren,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Standells,
Delta 5,
Infiniti,
Q and Not U,
Electric Prunes,
Hashim,
The American Breed,
Tomorrow,
Ituana,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roxy Music,
Zero Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
Bluetip,
The Alarm Clocks,
Easy Going,
Rotary Connection,
Amazonics,
Piero Umiliani,
These Immortal Souls,
Simply Red,
Lalann,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Neon Judgement,
Nas,
The Leaves,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pet Shop Boys,
ABC,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eurythmics,
Moss Icon,
Severed Heads,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alison Limerick,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Byrd,
Metal Thangz,
Heaven 17,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.