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 Hungary and from Hong Kong.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes 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 Dead Boys to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
New York Dolls,
Joyce Sims,
The Fuzztones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Smiths,
R.M.O.,
Audionom,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Inner City,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Section 25,
New Order,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kas Product,
Eve St. Jones,
Moss Icon,
The Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
The Invisible,
Sound Behaviour,
Marmalade,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bauhaus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wasted Youth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Erasure,
Amon Düül,
Tom Boy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Archie Shepp,
Babytalk,
Public Enemy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Toasters,
The Martian,
Lucky Dragons,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scrapy,
Thee Headcoats,
June Days,
Rekid,
Ronan,
Sällskapet,
Fela Kuti,
T. Rex,
OOIOO,
Don Cherry,
Tears for Fears,
Lungfish,
Yellowson,
Sister Nancy,
Smog,
10cc,
Warsaw,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.