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 New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Robert Palmer 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 JFA to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Chris & Cosey,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pagans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yellowson,
Freddie Wadling,
EPMD,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Index,
Infiniti,
Nas,
Hoover,
Soul II Soul,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ice-T,
Slave,
The Gun Club,
Procol Harum,
Idris Muhammad,
Mark Hollis,
Joe Smooth,
Roxy Music,
Bauhaus,
Lou Reed,
Drive Like Jehu,
Michelle Simonal,
Accadde A,
Faust,
Lalann,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eve St. Jones,
The Black Dice,
Toni Rubio,
The Dirtbombs,
Chris Corsano,
The Cowsills,
Visage,
Electric Prunes,
Youth Brigade,
Dead Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
Adolescents,
Malaria!,
Zero Boys,
The Searchers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Janne Schatter,
Howard Jones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cramps,
Urselle,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Organ,
Parry Music,
Ludus,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Bananas,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.