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 Macedonia and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar 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 Slick Rick to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Fela Kuti,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tres Demented,
Scratch Acid,
Gang Green,
Kurtis Blow,
The Zeros,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Sheep,
Grey Daturas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barrington Levy,
Minor Threat,
Cybotron,
Shoche,
The Victims,
Soft Cell,
Magazine,
Unwound,
Angry Samoans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Zero Boys,
Scott Walker,
Procol Harum,
FM Einheit,
Ponytail,
Sex Pistols,
The Fugs,
The Cure,
Charles Mingus,
Adolescents,
Cluster,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sonic Youth,
Gang Starr,
Iggy Pop,
Roy Ayers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brand Nubian,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ossler,
the Human League,
Yazoo,
Los Fastidios,
Dead Boys,
Bush Tetras,
Moss Icon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gun Club,
R.M.O.,
Lalann,
Camberwell Now,
The Fortunes,
The American Breed,
The Leaves,
Skarface,
Kerri Chandler,
The Five Americans,
Guru Guru,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.