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 Belgium and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ponytail to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Rekid,
Radiohead,
X-101,
E-Dancer,
Bluetip,
Agent Orange,
Gang Gang Dance,
Excepter,
Slick Rick,
Model 500,
Shuggie Otis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yazoo,
The Vogues,
ABBA,
Electric Prunes,
the Soft Cell,
Bad Manners,
Public Enemy,
Parry Music,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alison Limerick,
Camberwell Now,
Section 25,
Kerrie Biddell,
X-Ray Spex,
Lungfish,
Bang On A Can,
Guru Guru,
Kenny Larkin,
Panda Bear,
Soft Cell,
Yellowson,
Youth Brigade,
Ossler,
Sonic Youth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Neu!,
The Moody Blues,
Harmonia,
Mars,
John Coltrane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Saccharine Trust,
The Knickerbockers,
Todd Rundgren,
Laurel Aitken,
The Happenings,
Royal Trux,
Yusef Lateef,
Dead Boys,
Donald Byrd,
Sun City Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kas Product,
The Cowsills,
Malaria!,
Gang Green,
Tom Boy,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.