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 Antigua and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet 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 CMW to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rod Modell,
The Cowsills,
Anakelly,
Ronan,
DNA,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wally Richardson,
Bill Near,
Isaac Hayes,
Fatback Band,
UT,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Unrelated Segments,
Darondo,
Jawbox,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Das Ding,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Trojans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gerry Rafferty,
Thompson Twins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Amon Düül,
Bang On A Can,
Delon & Dalcan,
Terrestrial Tones,
D'Angelo,
The Last Poets,
Sugar Minott,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Livin' Joy,
Absolute Body Control,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Index,
The Monks,
Joensuu 1685,
The Knickerbockers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wire,
The Move,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Sheep,
the Human League,
Max Romeo,
Toni Rubio,
Tubeway Army,
Sun Ra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mr. Review,
Infiniti,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fluxion,
Excepter,
the Normal,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Skriet,
The Birthday Party,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.