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 Tonga and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
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 sitar 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 Au Pairs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
R.M.O.,
The Smiths,
Tommy Roe,
The Toasters,
Cybotron,
Eve St. Jones,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roxy Music,
Donny Hathaway,
Lower 48,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
AZ,
the Bar-Kays,
Easy Going,
Icehouse,
Danielle Patucci,
Y Pants,
The Cowsills,
Donald Byrd,
Dead Boys,
Sun Ra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
X-102,
Bluetip,
Scientists,
The Pretty Things,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Toni Rubio,
KRS-One,
The Doors,
Silicon Teens,
Little Man,
Ralphi Rosario,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Count Five,
B.T. Express,
PIL,
Symarip,
Lindisfarne,
Skaos,
Arthur Verocai,
Alton Ellis,
Siglo XX,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Accadde A,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Zero Boys,
Angry Samoans,
Crash Course in Science,
Franke,
The Motions,
June Days,
Johnny Clarke,
Scratch Acid,
Sight & Sound,
cv313,
Make Up,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.