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 Swaziland and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 U.S. Maple to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Yusef Lateef,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Maleditus Sound,
Popol Vuh,
Make Up,
Soul Sonic Force,
Con Funk Shun,
Blossom Toes,
DNA,
Lyres,
Echospace,
Robert Wyatt,
Wire,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minor Threat,
Lalann,
The Sound,
Inner City,
The Martian,
New York Dolls,
Soulsonic Force,
Clear Light,
Joey Negro,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tears for Fears,
Niagra,
Goldenarms,
E-Dancer,
Section 25,
Stiv Bators,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scientists,
Cabaret Voltaire,
James White and The Blacks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Q and Not U,
The Blues Magoos,
Ituana,
Cybotron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
a-ha,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marmalade,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
This Heat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ronan,
Pagans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Trojans,
Arthur Verocai,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Barracudas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stetsasonic,
The Moleskins,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap 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.