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 Vanuatu and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Houston.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Fugs to the dance 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
Talk Talk,
Malaria!,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultra Naté,
Sugar Minott,
Dennis Brown,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Evens,
Terrestrial Tones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ossler,
The Sonics,
Tommy Roe,
Alice Coltrane,
Liliput,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wire,
Moby Grape,
Hot Snakes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lakeside,
Patti Smith,
The Saints,
Gichy Dan,
Joyce Sims,
Bill Near,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Index,
One Last Wish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Oneida,
Trumans Water,
Ronan,
Juan Atkins,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Bananas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boredoms,
Brass Construction,
Lou Christie,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Walker Brothers,
Rakim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Index,
Guru Guru,
Albert Ayler,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kas Product,
Depeche Mode,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.