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 Saudi Arabia and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba 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 Organ to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Derrick May,
The Electric Prunes,
Hashim,
Public Enemy,
Quantec,
Black Pus,
Nils Olav,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Motions,
Trumans Water,
Maurizio,
Nirvana,
Jawbox,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
OOIOO,
Rufus Thomas,
Barrington Levy,
Model 500,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
In Retrospect,
The Dead C,
These Immortal Souls,
The Velvet Underground,
The Litter,
the Association,
Donald Byrd,
L. Decosne,
Isaac Hayes,
Chris Corsano,
Hot Snakes,
Tom Boy,
Soft Machine,
Liliput,
China Crisis,
The Durutti Column,
Thompson Twins,
The Music Machine,
Shoche,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Bar-Kays,
48th St. Collective,
Vladislav Delay,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Soft Cell,
Aloha Tigers,
Kenny Larkin,
The Vogues,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Human League,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nas,
The Cowsills,
Stiv Bators,
The Saints,
Can,
David Bowie,
H. Thieme,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.