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 Sri Lanka and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 China Crisis to the crunk 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Grass Roots,
Chris Corsano,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wings,
Roger Hodgson,
Porter Ricks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Spandau Ballet,
Radio Birdman,
L. Decosne,
The Slackers,
Soulsonic Force,
Aswad,
Kenny Larkin,
Joyce Sims,
The Electric Prunes,
Thee Headcoats,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Bananas,
Janne Schatter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pantytec,
These Immortal Souls,
Jawbox,
Bauhaus,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jeff Lynne,
Fad Gadget,
Subhumans,
The Skatalites,
FM Einheit,
Motorama,
Swans,
Gang Starr,
Mad Mike,
Goldenarms,
Kas Product,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Byrd,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ronnie Foster,
the Normal,
The Beau Brummels,
The Barracudas,
Scrapy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Drexciya,
DJ Sneak,
Urselle,
Grey Daturas,
Lightning Bolt,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Selecter,
Bronski Beat,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.