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 Tunisia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Harry Pussy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cluster,
Byron Stingily,
John Cale,
The Wake,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Count Five,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crash Course in Science,
a-ha,
the Association,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gong,
MDC,
Schoolly D,
Supertramp,
The Sound,
Davy DMX,
Cameo,
Organ,
The Associates,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Junior Murvin,
Los Fastidios,
Laurel Aitken,
Mission of Burma,
Yaz,
Eddi Front,
Stetsasonic,
Motorama,
Heaven 17,
the Bar-Kays,
Anakelly,
Talk Talk,
Qualms,
Agitation Free,
Au Pairs,
The Standells,
Peter & Gordon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mark Hollis,
The Gories,
Judy Mowatt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Porter Ricks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Royal Trux,
The Selecter,
The J.B.'s,
Kayak,
Kurtis Blow,
CMW,
Average White Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fugazi,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Banda Bassotti,
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.