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 Denmark and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
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 oboe 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
The Angels of Light,
Spoonie Gee,
The Star Department,
Monks,
The Skatalites,
a-ha,
Severed Heads,
Hoover,
Buzzcocks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cure,
Tropical Tobacco,
Suicide,
Heaven 17,
The Human League,
John Foxx,
The Stooges,
Sällskapet,
Rites of Spring,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Divine Comedy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang Green,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
L. Decosne,
Freddie Wadling,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camouflage,
Los Fastidios,
The Fortunes,
Can,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Chris Corsano,
Pulsallama,
Popol Vuh,
Animal Collective,
The Five Americans,
Mo-Dettes,
UT,
Nik Kershaw,
Flash Fearless,
Lee Hazlewood,
Glambeats Corp.,
Symarip,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Maurizio,
Loose Ends,
Ossler,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Walker Brothers,
David Axelrod,
Malaria!,
Basic Channel,
Dennis Brown,
Tom Boy,
Jandek,
Godley & Creme,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.