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 Albania and from Manchester.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Brand Nubian to the techno 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Livin' Joy,
Wasted Youth,
Hoover,
Yusef Lateef,
Second Layer,
Absolute Body Control,
Japan,
Amon Düül,
Jerry's Kids,
Blossom Toes,
Brick,
Mission of Burma,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Young Rascals,
Joyce Sims,
Reagan Youth,
Ice-T,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bronski Beat,
Main Source,
Vainqueur,
Swell Maps,
Eddi Front,
Mandrill,
Gang of Four,
Kurtis Blow,
Robert Görl,
Juan Atkins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Bananas,
the Sonics,
Charles Mingus,
The Fall,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crooked Eye,
Todd Rundgren,
Half Japanese,
The Modern Lovers,
Royal Trux,
The Blues Magoos,
Peter & Gordon,
Vladislav Delay,
Quadrant,
Yaz,
Ludus,
Gabor Szabo,
Ten City,
Donny Hathaway,
Rapeman,
Pere Ubu,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Martian,
Visage,
the Germs,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.