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 the UAE and from Columbus.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Associates 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roger Hodgson,
Pere Ubu,
Janne Schatter,
Dave Gahan,
The Cramps,
Patti Smith,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Drexciya,
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June Days,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wire,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cal Tjader,
Sex Pistols,
The Blues Magoos,
Mr. Review,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Coltrane,
Yazoo,
Bob Dylan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Spandau Ballet,
The Human League,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ronan,
The Gun Club,
Howard Jones,
Nik Kershaw,
China Crisis,
Skriet,
Bobby Womack,
Donny Hathaway,
Eric Dolphy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Erasure,
Rufus Thomas,
Maurizio,
Lindisfarne,
Fat Boys,
Slave,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Letta Mbulu,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mad Mike,
Japan,
Prince Buster,
Gichy Dan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
David Bowie,
The Toasters,
Marine Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deepchord,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Busters,
E-Dancer,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.