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 Burkina and from London.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Mojo Men to the electroclash 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
10cc,
China Crisis,
Terrestrial Tones,
K-Klass,
New York Dolls,
Vladislav Delay,
PIL,
Yellowson,
Nico,
Alton Ellis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pantaleimon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Unrelated Segments,
Minor Threat,
Barry Ungar,
Simply Red,
Scan 7,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Country Teasers,
Faraquet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Symarip,
Basic Channel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Janne Schatter,
Q65,
Ronan,
Oneida,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Martian,
FM Einheit,
The Fortunes,
The Index,
Harmonia,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Thee Headcoats,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barbara Tucker,
The Sonics,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gap Band,
AZ,
Boogie Down Productions,
Throbbing Gristle,
Clear Light,
Toni Rubio,
MDC,
Eve St. Jones,
Eurythmics,
The Moleskins,
Subhumans,
John Lydon,
Masters at Work,
Harpers Bizarre,
World's Most,
Severed Heads,
Mo-Dettes,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.