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 Mexico and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 H. Thieme to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Radio Birdman,
Babytalk,
Ossler,
Junior Murvin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Residents,
Dennis Brown,
Inner City,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rapeman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rekid,
Magma,
The Smoke,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tim Buckley,
Adolescents,
Todd Rundgren,
Janne Schatter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Zeros,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fela Kuti,
Simply Red,
Newcleus,
The Last Poets,
Guru Guru,
Roger Hodgson,
The Birthday Party,
Roxy Music,
Black Sheep,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wire,
the Normal,
Suburban Knight,
The Doobie Brothers,
Robert Hood,
8 Eyed Spy,
Unwound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Black Dice,
The Stooges,
Arab on Radar,
Jawbox,
a-ha,
Bobby Byrd,
Soft Machine,
The Electric Prunes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
David McCallum,
Charles Mingus,
Wasted Youth,
Excepter,
Archie Shepp,
The Divine Comedy,
Joe Finger,
David Axelrod,
One Last Wish,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.