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 Malta and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Beau Brummels to the crunk 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Excepter,
The Moleskins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Funkadelic,
The Fugs,
Thee Headcoats,
Godley & Creme,
Patti Smith,
Jimmy McGriff,
David Bowie,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brick,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hot Snakes,
Tim Buckley,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ituana,
Symarip,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Searchers,
New Age Steppers,
The Knickerbockers,
Pantytec,
F. McDonald,
Slave,
The Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Slackers,
Oblivians,
Jawbox,
the Human League,
Technova,
Alton Ellis,
Au Pairs,
Nirvana,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rotary Connection,
Crispy Ambulance,
KRS-One,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Associates,
Nico,
Mantronix,
Al Stewart,
Lyres,
Shuggie Otis,
Sparks,
Quadrant,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
a-ha,
Bootsy Collins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ken Boothe,
the Soft Cell,
Iggy Pop,
Sarah Menescal,
In Retrospect,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.