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 Panama and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Durutti Column to the grunge 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
The Zeros,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Warsaw,
Monks,
Second Layer,
The Associates,
Suburban Knight,
The Star Department,
Sex Pistols,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Residents,
Harpers Bizarre,
Erykah Badu,
Can,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Silicon Teens,
Saccharine Trust,
Buzzcocks,
Hot Snakes,
Yusef Lateef,
Dead Boys,
Black Pus,
DJ Style,
48th St. Collective,
Crime,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lungfish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Skarface,
Tres Demented,
Accadde A,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
China Crisis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Don Cherry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soul II Soul,
Infiniti,
Gong,
a-ha,
Prince Buster,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Bananas,
John Holt,
Lalann,
Soul Sonic Force,
Drexciya,
Rekid,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gabor Szabo,
Blossom Toes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The New Christs,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.