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 Nigeria and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Smog to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Harry Pussy,
The Blackbyrds,
Byron Stingily,
New Order,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Lydon,
Peter and Kerry,
Suicide,
Thompson Twins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Quadrant,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Arab on Radar,
The Fire Engines,
Cheater Slicks,
Joyce Sims,
Curtis Mayfield,
Visage,
Camouflage,
Lyres,
Shoche,
Iggy Pop,
Grey Daturas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Zero Boys,
Newcleus,
Funky Four + One,
Bang On A Can,
The Associates,
Brick,
Yaz,
Drexciya,
Dark Day,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cramps,
Subhumans,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ohio Players,
Davy DMX,
Qualms,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Model 500,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lungfish,
The Techniques,
The Velvet Underground,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Sherman,
Rotary Connection,
Yazoo,
Whodini,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scan 7,
The Seeds,
Pulsallama,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marine Girls,
David Axelrod,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.