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 Uruguay 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Silicon Teens,
The Grass Roots,
Bronski Beat,
Wings,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pagans,
Flash Fearless,
Stetsasonic,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Dead C,
Letta Mbulu,
Todd Terry,
China Crisis,
Procol Harum,
Lucky Dragons,
Blake Baxter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eve St. Jones,
Bob Dylan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minny Pops,
Mandrill,
Radiopuhelimet,
Moss Icon,
JFA,
June Days,
The Victims,
Dennis Brown,
The Cure,
Theoretical Girls,
The Happenings,
Mr. Review,
Pussy Galore,
DJ Sneak,
Zero Boys,
New York Dolls,
Oneida,
Section 25,
Ituana,
The Skatalites,
Soul II Soul,
Malaria!,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Busters,
The Music Machine,
E-Dancer,
One Last Wish,
Graham Central Station,
Glenn Branca,
The Slackers,
Bad Manners,
World's Most,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dual Sessions,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roger Hodgson,
Loose Ends,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Maleditus Sound,
Roxy Music,
Thompson Twins,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.