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 Slovenia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar 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 Black Bananas to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Howard Jones,
Zero Boys,
Black Moon,
Joey Negro,
Eden Ahbez,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultra Naté,
Eddi Front,
K-Klass,
Monks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Depeche Mode,
Andrew Hill,
Patti Smith,
Scott Walker,
ABC,
Derrick Morgan,
Jerry's Kids,
The Beau Brummels,
Sister Nancy,
The Mojo Men,
Hot Snakes,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fortunes,
Tears for Fears,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Quadrant,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Darondo,
Morten Harket,
The Evens,
The Litter,
Brand Nubian,
the Slits,
Buzzcocks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pierre Henry,
Massinfluence,
CMW,
Kerri Chandler,
Desert Stars,
Suicide,
Eric Copeland,
Stiv Bators,
Lungfish,
Nick Fraelich,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Leaves,
The Gladiators,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Altered Images,
Gong,
Dual Sessions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Selecter,
Flash Fearless,
Au Pairs,
Surgeon,
Fluxion,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.