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 Equatorial Guinea and from Philadelphia.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro 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 Matthew Halsall to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
10cc,
Pulsallama,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ken Boothe,
Skarface,
Heaven 17,
Laurel Aitken,
48th St. Collective,
Crooked Eye,
Swell Maps,
The Human League,
Kerri Chandler,
8 Eyed Spy,
Neil Young,
H. Thieme,
Deepchord,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang Gang Dance,
A Certain Ratio,
Liliput,
Unrelated Segments,
Erykah Badu,
Jacques Brel,
Yaz,
Eurythmics,
Ultra Naté,
DJ Sneak,
Public Enemy,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Sherman,
Radiopuhelimet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Angry Samoans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Althea and Donna,
Theoretical Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Seeds,
Soft Cell,
The Dead C,
Sugar Minott,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eddi Front,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Skaos,
Visage,
Lou Reed,
Electric Light Orchestra,
These Immortal Souls,
John Foxx,
Vainqueur,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Todd Terry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Electric Prunes,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.