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 Netherlands and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Alphaville to the rock 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Amazonics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Bananas,
Derrick Morgan,
Franke,
Procol Harum,
OOIOO,
Carl Craig,
Deepchord,
Fatback Band,
The Selecter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Suburban Knight,
It's A Beautiful Day,
X-102,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
a-ha,
Nils Olav,
The Monochrome Set,
The Star Department,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joe Finger,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Theoretical Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Durutti Column,
The Modern Lovers,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fuzztones,
Sällskapet,
DJ Style,
The Birthday Party,
Curtis Mayfield,
Skarface,
Prince Buster,
Eli Mardock,
Jeff Lynne,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Last Poets,
Freddie Wadling,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kurtis Blow,
The Dirtbombs,
Groovy Waters,
Derrick May,
the Germs,
Matthew Halsall,
Oneida,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fugs,
Harry Pussy,
Ultravox,
Absolute Body Control,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ituana,
The Slackers,
The Neon Judgement,
Electric Prunes,
48th St. Collective,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.