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 Belgium and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Aaron Thompson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
The Invisible,
T.S.O.L.,
Visage,
Mars,
Isaac Hayes,
DJ Style,
Scrapy,
Eurythmics,
Essential Logic,
Darondo,
Simply Red,
Peter & Gordon,
Tommy Roe,
The Fortunes,
Barrington Levy,
June Days,
Blake Baxter,
These Immortal Souls,
Fat Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Sonics,
Soul II Soul,
New York Dolls,
Camberwell Now,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stiv Bators,
the Germs,
Crime,
Joyce Sims,
David Bowie,
The Leaves,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Television,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Procol Harum,
Wire,
X-101,
Maleditus Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Bananas,
Kaleidoscope,
Nils Olav,
48th St. Collective,
Can,
The Busters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Matthew Bourne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sällskapet,
Y Pants,
John Lydon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Buzzcocks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Massinfluence,
Junior Murvin,
David Axelrod,
CMW,
Reagan Youth,
Wings,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.