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 Algeria and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar 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 James White and The Blacks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
T. Rex,
Man Eating Sloth,
Don Cherry,
Tom Boy,
The Toasters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DJ Style,
Peter and Kerry,
The Raincoats,
Rufus Thomas,
New Order,
Hoover,
The Standells,
Aural Exciters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Janne Schatter,
Sight & Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
the Normal,
Freddie Wadling,
Absolute Body Control,
Organ,
In Retrospect,
Ludus,
Cluster,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Flag,
Funky Four + One,
Boz Scaggs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
A Certain Ratio,
Bad Manners,
Dark Day,
China Crisis,
E-Dancer,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
JFA,
Ohio Players,
Zero Boys,
Blake Baxter,
Index,
The Smoke,
Banda Bassotti,
Scan 7,
Albert Ayler,
Robert Wyatt,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bronski Beat,
The Moleskins,
Rakim,
the Bar-Kays,
Michelle Simonal,
K-Klass,
Lightning Bolt,
Agitation Free,
Davy DMX,
Lindisfarne,
Gang Green,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.