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 Australia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Slackers 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
DNA,
Tommy Roe,
Surgeon,
Fatback Band,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cowsills,
Man Parrish,
Barry Ungar,
Eve St. Jones,
Accadde A,
T.S.O.L.,
Fugazi,
Eric Copeland,
Goldenarms,
Zapp,
Bobby Byrd,
Make Up,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fad Gadget,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lyres,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Quando Quango,
Whodini,
Steve Hackett,
The Buckinghams,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mission of Burma,
Drexciya,
10cc,
Brand Nubian,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crispian St. Peters,
F. McDonald,
Soft Machine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Music Machine,
Simply Red,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nico,
Outsiders,
Byron Stingily,
the Fania All-Stars,
Section 25,
David McCallum,
Tomorrow,
Sugar Minott,
Circle Jerks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Guru Guru,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fortunes,
Half Japanese,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.