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 Iceland and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Minny Pops to the crunk 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Rod Modell,
Popol Vuh,
Q and Not U,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Star Department,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gap Band,
Surgeon,
Scott Walker,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camberwell Now,
Cybotron,
Bronski Beat,
Tim Buckley,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jerry's Kids,
Pharoah Sanders,
cv313,
Joe Smooth,
Sällskapet,
Kenny Larkin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roy Ayers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Metal Thangz,
Wolf Eyes,
Pole,
Oblivians,
Bush Tetras,
Mission of Burma,
The Neon Judgement,
Althea and Donna,
Bill Wells,
PIL,
Darondo,
The Gladiators,
Fat Boys,
Agitation Free,
Hardrive,
The Alarm Clocks,
Archie Shepp,
Little Man,
Radiohead,
Aswad,
The Invisible,
Fluxion,
David Axelrod,
KRS-One,
The Monochrome Set,
David McCallum,
The Fuzztones,
Neil Young,
Magma,
the Slits,
Das Ding,
The Beau Brummels,
the Sonics,
Desert Stars,
Pantytec,
The Martian,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.