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 Togo and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Pole,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pantaleimon,
Deadbeat,
Harry Pussy,
Franke,
New York Dolls,
Absolute Body Control,
Bill Wells,
cv313,
Surgeon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Von Mondo,
Roger Hodgson,
Peter & Gordon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Darondo,
Procol Harum,
Nas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultra Naté,
Ronan,
Scan 7,
Minny Pops,
Rekid,
Angry Samoans,
The Slits,
Youth Brigade,
Pylon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Barracudas,
June Days,
H. Thieme,
Eric Copeland,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gregory Isaacs,
Outsiders,
The Music Machine,
Mars,
Quando Quango,
Soulsonic Force,
June of 44,
Sight & Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Offenders,
The Modern Lovers,
Soft Machine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
David McCallum,
Newcleus,
Half Japanese,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cowsills,
Nico,
Massinfluence,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.