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 Dominican Republic and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator 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 Mantronix 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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Procol Harum,
Pantytec,
Marc Almond,
Tim Buckley,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alice Coltrane,
LL Cool J,
Unwound,
The Pretty Things,
Amon Düül II,
Ornette Coleman,
Au Pairs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wings,
Tres Demented,
Saccharine Trust,
Minutemen,
Byron Stingily,
Joyce Sims,
The Toasters,
Yazoo,
The Martian,
Q and Not U,
Roy Ayers,
Accadde A,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Agent Orange,
Kerrie Biddell,
X-101,
Stetsasonic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deakin,
The Cramps,
the Germs,
Minny Pops,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barbara Tucker,
Skaos,
Eric B and Rakim,
Popol Vuh,
Flash Fearless,
Charles Mingus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Knickerbockers,
Joey Negro,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Danielle Patucci,
The Beau Brummels,
Vainqueur,
Lyres,
Dennis Brown,
Average White Band,
Half Japanese,
Soft Cell,
Mr. Review,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Byrd,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.