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 Philippines and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 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 The Birthday Party 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
X-Ray Spex,
China Crisis,
Jeff Mills,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marmalade,
Byron Stingily,
The Saints,
Al Stewart,
Guru Guru,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mr. Review,
Basic Channel,
The Fall,
The Five Americans,
Sam Rivers,
X-102,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Skatalites,
Cecil Taylor,
Heaven 17,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Agent Orange,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kerri Chandler,
LL Cool J,
Mission of Burma,
The Toasters,
Malaria!,
Jacob Miller,
Inner City,
Hoover,
Albert Ayler,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Byrd,
Franke,
Patti Smith,
The Velvet Underground,
Simply Red,
The Stooges,
Subhumans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
H. Thieme,
Audionom,
Radio Birdman,
Sun City Girls,
David Axelrod,
Scott Walker,
Pussy Galore,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Christie,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sparks,
Depeche Mode,
The Young Rascals,
Trumans Water,
Parry Music,
Newcleus,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.