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 Kazakhstan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet 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?
Ronnie Foster,
Stetsasonic,
The Beau Brummels,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Can,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Archie Shepp,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
David McCallum,
Los Fastidios,
The Dead C,
Ronan,
Letta Mbulu,
Thee Headcoats,
Dawn Penn,
Pole,
The Monochrome Set,
kango's stein massive,
Faraquet,
The Golliwogs,
UT,
T. Rex,
Darondo,
Yazoo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
A Certain Ratio,
Vladislav Delay,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Music Machine,
Aswad,
Alice Coltrane,
The Durutti Column,
Crime,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Trumans Water,
Black Bananas,
Pylon,
Wally Richardson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Siglo XX,
E-Dancer,
Derrick Morgan,
Visage,
Joey Negro,
Brick,
Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cramps,
Minutemen,
Derrick May,
Andrew Hill,
Niagra,
Scientists,
Vainqueur,
The Last Poets,
Michelle Simonal,
The Smoke,
Oneida,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.