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 Macedonia and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Zero Boys to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks 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 dance 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Colin Newman,
Outsiders,
Robert Hood,
David Axelrod,
The Seeds,
Rufus Thomas,
AZ,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Moebius,
Yaz,
The Evens,
Cameo,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Stooges,
The Kinks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Johnny Clarke,
June Days,
The Litter,
L. Decosne,
Marine Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
The Happenings,
Q65,
Urselle,
Erasure,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cal Tjader,
Drexciya,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nico,
Blancmange,
Joyce Sims,
Anakelly,
Letta Mbulu,
Henry Cow,
F. McDonald,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Wake,
Fear,
Alison Limerick,
The Gap Band,
Spandau Ballet,
The Durutti Column,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dark Day,
X-102,
Gabor Szabo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nils Olav,
Agitation Free,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
LL Cool J,
Hot Snakes,
New York Dolls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Das Ding,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.