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 El Salvador and from New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Ice-T,
Trumans Water,
Graham Central Station,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
LL Cool J,
Loose Ends,
Nik Kershaw,
The Kinks,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cramps,
Erykah Badu,
Lakeside,
The Litter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Flipper,
Kurtis Blow,
Supertramp,
Joe Smooth,
Quantec,
Lucky Dragons,
Chris Corsano,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Arthur Verocai,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Reuben Wilson,
The Invisible,
Scion,
Marine Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fortunes,
The Offenders,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Fela Kuti,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ronnie Foster,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Stooges,
Nils Olav,
U.S. Maple,
Mr. Review,
Altered Images,
EPMD,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Swans,
Blake Baxter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jacques Brel,
Faraquet,
Henry Cow,
Scientists,
Shoche,
Circle Jerks,
Carl Craig,
Sexual Harrassment,
La Düsseldorf,
The Flesh Eaters,
New York Dolls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Basic Channel,
Joe Finger,
Warsaw,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.