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 Mauritania and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the grime 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
EPMD,
Patti Smith,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Bar-Kays,
Eddi Front,
The Litter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Unrelated Segments,
Gabor Szabo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Whodini,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Saints,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Offenders,
Roxy Music,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Cale,
Das Ding,
Pole,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Royal Trux,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Divine Comedy,
Connie Case,
Inner City,
Thompson Twins,
Alton Ellis,
The Buckinghams,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Swans,
The Names,
Lou Reed,
Jacques Brel,
Intrusion,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minny Pops,
Lindisfarne,
Grey Daturas,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultimate Spinach,
Quantec,
Bronski Beat,
Henry Cow,
David McCallum,
Eden Ahbez,
Dennis Brown,
Average White Band,
The Happenings,
Graham Central Station,
T.S.O.L.,
Shoche,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cal Tjader,
Be Bop Deluxe,
kango's stein massive,
Dark Day,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.