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 Spain and from Mexico City.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Absolute Body Control to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Sex Pistols,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Japan,
Little Man,
Mary Jane Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Faraquet,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fugs,
The Five Americans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wally Richardson,
Inner City,
The Knickerbockers,
Second Layer,
Average White Band,
Todd Terry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cure,
Roger Hodgson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Saccharine Trust,
the Swans,
Harry Pussy,
Mission of Burma,
OOIOO,
Sällskapet,
Avey Tare,
EPMD,
Theoretical Girls,
Max Romeo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Severed Heads,
The Mummies,
Silicon Teens,
Camberwell Now,
The Selecter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Newcleus,
Mars,
T.S.O.L.,
The Happenings,
Ultravox,
The Mojo Men,
Lakeside,
Sonic Youth,
The Seeds,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brick,
Soul II Soul,
Can,
The Pretty Things,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Godley & Creme,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Saints,
Qualms,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Moon,
Talk Talk,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.