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 Saudi Arabia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ossler to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Clear Light,
The Slits,
KRS-One,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Outsiders,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Second Layer,
H. Thieme,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Youth Brigade,
Suburban Knight,
The Happenings,
Bootsy Collins,
Agent Orange,
New Age Steppers,
Marmalade,
Duran Duran,
Ten City,
Davy DMX,
Maleditus Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dual Sessions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lucky Dragons,
the Swans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Q and Not U,
Blancmange,
The Dead C,
Lyres,
B.T. Express,
The Golliwogs,
Parry Music,
The Misunderstood,
Scion,
The Remains,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Blossom Toes,
T.S.O.L.,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rufus Thomas,
The Associates,
Crooked Eye,
the Bar-Kays,
Minny Pops,
Zero Boys,
Wings,
JFA,
Barclay James Harvest,
Shoche,
Spoonie Gee,
the Slits,
Camouflage,
John Foxx,
Matthew Bourne,
Gregory Isaacs,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.