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 Eritrea and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Velvet Underground to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Erasure,
Brass Construction,
The Index,
Banda Bassotti,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tomorrow,
Little Man,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Amon Düül,
Eric B and Rakim,
Chrome,
The Gories,
Zapp,
Chris Corsano,
Y Pants,
The Trojans,
Iggy Pop,
kango's stein massive,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Germs,
Ultra Naté,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
Isaac Hayes,
The Star Department,
The Red Krayola,
The Doobie Brothers,
Peter and Kerry,
The Golliwogs,
The Monochrome Set,
the Human League,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Livin' Joy,
The Velvet Underground,
Nation of Ulysses,
K-Klass,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Monolake,
Mo-Dettes,
Crooked Eye,
The Last Poets,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kayak,
FM Einheit,
Masters at Work,
Blossom Toes,
Blake Baxter,
Wire,
Cymande,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Sound,
The Raincoats,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cosmic Jokers,
D'Angelo,
Television,
The United States of America,
John Lydon,
Harmonia,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.