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 Yemen and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Marine Girls to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
The Saints,
Au Pairs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cheater Slicks,
Nils Olav,
Sex Pistols,
Ronan,
Godley & Creme,
Subhumans,
Unrelated Segments,
The Beau Brummels,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultravox,
Symarip,
Eddi Front,
Wally Richardson,
The Index,
Trumans Water,
Henry Cow,
Blake Baxter,
Bronski Beat,
Barclay James Harvest,
Massinfluence,
Intrusion,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Television,
Nas,
Depeche Mode,
Main Source,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Neon Judgement,
Public Enemy,
MC5,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cramps,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tears for Fears,
Boz Scaggs,
Basic Channel,
Scan 7,
The Moleskins,
Crooked Eye,
T.S.O.L.,
Das Ding,
The New Christs,
Echospace,
Excepter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Connie Case,
Eric Copeland,
Soul Sonic Force,
Newcleus,
Delta 5,
The Martian,
James White and The Blacks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Todd Rundgren,
Wire,
Junior Murvin,
Erasure,
Pierre Henry,
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.