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 Guyana and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar 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 The Fortunes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Idris Muhammad,
Moss Icon,
Absolute Body Control,
The Buckinghams,
Deadbeat,
Joe Finger,
Masters at Work,
Bauhaus,
Brick,
Derrick Morgan,
Depeche Mode,
John Cale,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang of Four,
Fugazi,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Reed,
Joensuu 1685,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Quadrant,
Sex Pistols,
The Barracudas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eurythmics,
The Tremeloes,
Motorama,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Slave,
Spoonie Gee,
Rotary Connection,
10cc,
Popol Vuh,
The Doors,
Banda Bassotti,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aloha Tigers,
Rod Modell,
Agent Orange,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultravox,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hasil Adkins,
ABBA,
Section 25,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arcadia,
Black Flag,
The American Breed,
Eddi Front,
Fad Gadget,
Skriet,
Warsaw,
Echospace,
The Beau Brummels,
Quantec,
Delon & Dalcan,
Johnny Clarke,
The Red Krayola,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.