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 Maldives and from Mumbai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar 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 Maurizio to the rock 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Wings,
Donny Hathaway,
Television Personalities,
Sugar Minott,
New Order,
A Certain Ratio,
Sound Behaviour,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
This Heat,
The Modern Lovers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barry Ungar,
The Smoke,
Joy Division,
Television,
the Bar-Kays,
Ken Boothe,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Minutemen,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mission of Burma,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Big Daddy Kane,
OOIOO,
PIL,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deepchord,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brothers Johnson,
Inner City,
AZ,
Liliput,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sparks,
Marc Almond,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
David Axelrod,
Juan Atkins,
Arab on Radar,
The Fire Engines,
Cameo,
Camberwell Now,
Loose Ends,
T.S.O.L.,
Brick,
The Blackbyrds,
Youth Brigade,
B.T. Express,
Unwound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tres Demented,
The Doors,
X-102,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Silicon Teens,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.