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 Panama and from Madrid.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ 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 Mr. Review to the dance 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Angry Samoans,
The Gories,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Janne Schatter,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Trojans,
Technova,
Bill Wells,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gabor Szabo,
Fatback Band,
Glenn Branca,
Thompson Twins,
B.T. Express,
MDC,
Von Mondo,
Magma,
Accadde A,
Nirvana,
Japan,
Desert Stars,
Patti Smith,
Massinfluence,
Mars,
the Association,
The Blues Magoos,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fat Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Toni Rubio,
Godley & Creme,
Outsiders,
Kaleidoscope,
New York Dolls,
Pylon,
Neil Young,
The J.B.'s,
Anakelly,
The Leaves,
Faraquet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aural Exciters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lower 48,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stetsasonic,
Saccharine Trust,
James White and The Blacks,
The Happenings,
Ronan,
The Offenders,
Silicon Teens,
Cameo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dead Boys,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Sherman,
Interpol,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.