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 Paraguay and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 The Stooges to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Toni Rubio,
Aural Exciters,
Echospace,
Quantec,
X-Ray Spex,
Joyce Sims,
Unwound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Young Rascals,
Idris Muhammad,
Hasil Adkins,
New Order,
Agitation Free,
Simply Red,
Dead Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mars,
Kerri Chandler,
Juan Atkins,
Nirvana,
Rod Modell,
Pantytec,
Fluxion,
Cal Tjader,
The Mojo Men,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Byrd,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Erasure,
Iggy Pop,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jerry's Kids,
Das Ding,
Mark Hollis,
Freddie Wadling,
The Walker Brothers,
10cc,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joensuu 1685,
Bronski Beat,
Skriet,
Organ,
The Fuzztones,
The Evens,
LL Cool J,
Maurizio,
Section 25,
The Gap Band,
Flash Fearless,
the Swans,
Lalann,
Roy Ayers,
John Lydon,
Erykah Badu,
Chrome,
Heaven 17,
Icehouse,
Donny Hathaway,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.