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 Jamaica and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Dennis Brown to the funk 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Angry Samoans,
X-102,
Shuggie Otis,
Ronnie Foster,
Roxette,
DJ Sneak,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Move,
Black Sheep,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Evens,
Don Cherry,
Qualms,
Mo-Dettes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Remains,
New York Dolls,
Sonic Youth,
Ponytail,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jacques Brel,
Make Up,
48th St. Collective,
Sparks,
Gang Green,
Steve Hackett,
Tubeway Army,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barrington Levy,
Jeff Lynne,
Absolute Body Control,
Vainqueur,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Leaves,
Eve St. Jones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
F. McDonald,
Rod Modell,
Prince Buster,
The Velvet Underground,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Chris Corsano,
The Dave Clark Five,
Robert Görl,
Quando Quango,
Organ,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Livin' Joy,
MC5,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fugazi,
Aswad,
Rapeman,
Ossler,
ABC,
Roy Ayers,
Eurythmics,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.