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 France and from Calgary.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wasted Youth to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultimate Spinach,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Index,
Ronan,
Oblivians,
Suburban Knight,
Pussy Galore,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Subhumans,
Franke,
Toni Rubio,
Cluster,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Metal Thangz,
Moby Grape,
Suicide,
Joyce Sims,
Ice-T,
Khruangbin,
The Red Krayola,
10cc,
Cymande,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Busters,
The Real Kids,
Sonny Sharrock,
June of 44,
Davy DMX,
Animal Collective,
Lyres,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aloha Tigers,
The J.B.'s,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Inner City,
The Fortunes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ponytail,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
James White and The Blacks,
Buzzcocks,
Surgeon,
L. Decosne,
The Mummies,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
kango's stein massive,
A Certain Ratio,
Technova,
Talk Talk,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tommy Roe,
Marvin Gaye,
Moss Icon,
Sun Ra,
Pere Ubu,
B.T. Express,
Wasted Youth,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.