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 Gambia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Zapp to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
the Human League,
New Age Steppers,
Johnny Clarke,
Scion,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Doors,
the Bar-Kays,
Deepchord,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soulsonic Force,
The Doobie Brothers,
Flash Fearless,
Oneida,
Urselle,
Half Japanese,
The Gap Band,
cv313,
Wire,
Dead Boys,
Porter Ricks,
Cybotron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Golliwogs,
Adolescents,
Nik Kershaw,
The Durutti Column,
Pylon,
Howard Jones,
Jacob Miller,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Second Layer,
Rekid,
Agent Orange,
Lakeside,
Lalann,
Cecil Taylor,
Pierre Henry,
The Invisible,
Slave,
Television,
Jacques Brel,
Nick Fraelich,
The Human League,
PIL,
Stetsasonic,
Ice-T,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Walker Brothers,
Lindisfarne,
Josef K,
Junior Murvin,
Al Stewart,
Todd Terry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Absolute Body Control,
Suicide,
Mandrill,
June Days,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.