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 Austria and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Joe Smooth to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bronski Beat,
Warsaw,
Todd Terry,
Arcadia,
James White and The Blacks,
Eurythmics,
Drexciya,
Todd Rundgren,
Gong,
The Mojo Men,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultravox,
The Modern Lovers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Searchers,
K-Klass,
Sparks,
Bang On A Can,
Grauzone,
Andrew Hill,
the Germs,
ABBA,
The Misunderstood,
The Cramps,
Brothers Johnson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Bar-Kays,
Hasil Adkins,
Kurtis Blow,
F. McDonald,
The Buckinghams,
Frankie Knuckles,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Easy Going,
Reuben Wilson,
Organ,
Moby Grape,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Lydon,
Pole,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Chris Corsano,
X-102,
Albert Ayler,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
UT,
The Wake,
Massinfluence,
The Dirtbombs,
Vainqueur,
Bill Wells,
Dave Gahan,
David Axelrod,
Dawn Penn,
Terry Callier,
Alison Limerick,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.