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 Iraq and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare 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 Parry Music to the rap 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Minutemen,
Popol Vuh,
Leonard Cohen,
Loose Ends,
The Music Machine,
Fugazi,
Amazonics,
Judy Mowatt,
Los Fastidios,
Heaven 17,
Erykah Badu,
The Standells,
Television Personalities,
LL Cool J,
Black Bananas,
The Buckinghams,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pantaleimon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Delta 5,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Vainqueur,
Buzzcocks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Spoonie Gee,
Hasil Adkins,
Fela Kuti,
Fad Gadget,
Anakelly,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Electric Prunes,
Robert Görl,
B.T. Express,
Saccharine Trust,
John Lydon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
World's Most,
8 Eyed Spy,
Byron Stingily,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Zeros,
Marine Girls,
Mars,
Roy Ayers,
Erasure,
Black Pus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Royal Trux,
Albert Ayler,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Black Dice,
Little Man,
10cc,
The Motions,
Black Sheep,
Harpers Bizarre,
Man Eating Sloth,
Q and Not U,
Robert Wyatt,
Tres Demented,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.