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 Azerbaijan and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Section 25 to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Organ,
Black Flag,
LL Cool J,
Circle Jerks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Siglo XX,
Brand Nubian,
Slave,
The Smiths,
Soul II Soul,
Television,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Glenn Branca,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Chris Corsano,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dual Sessions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tres Demented,
Scrapy,
L. Decosne,
Danielle Patucci,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minutemen,
Rapeman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pantaleimon,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marmalade,
Eurythmics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Angels of Light,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Sonics,
DJ Style,
Eli Mardock,
Hoover,
The Count Five,
Von Mondo,
Charles Mingus,
Ludus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Icehouse,
Nik Kershaw,
Loose Ends,
One Last Wish,
Piero Umiliani,
Lakeside,
Liliput,
Absolute Body Control,
Half Japanese,
Ronnie Foster,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mo-Dettes,
The American Breed,
Buzzcocks,
Monolake,
Khruangbin,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.