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 Lagos.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare 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 Adolescents to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Erykah Badu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang Green,
Ohio Players,
Hashim,
Radio Birdman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Evens,
Blossom Toes,
The Fall,
Rosa Yemen,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alphaville,
E-Dancer,
Chrome,
Spoonie Gee,
Boredoms,
Yaz,
the Soft Cell,
Magma,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
Tres Demented,
Echospace,
OOIOO,
R.M.O.,
Max Romeo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Skarface,
Swans,
Jawbox,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sex Pistols,
The Fuzztones,
The Zeros,
Drive Like Jehu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gories,
Agitation Free,
Shuggie Otis,
Vainqueur,
Organ,
Joensuu 1685,
Scientists,
Magazine,
the Fania All-Stars,
Trumans Water,
Guru Guru,
The Happenings,
The Cure,
Model 500,
Harmonia,
Godley & Creme,
Sugar Minott,
Skriet,
John Cale,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Boogie Down Productions,
Colin Newman,
Fad Gadget,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.