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 Ireland and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Toasters to the funk 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Fluxion,
The Pretty Things,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Walker Brothers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Trojans,
The Knickerbockers,
Joey Negro,
Althea and Donna,
Gang Starr,
Fear,
cv313,
Hoover,
Mantronix,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Unwound,
The Index,
a-ha,
the Soft Cell,
Crooked Eye,
Pussy Galore,
Boz Scaggs,
Henry Cow,
The Human League,
Eddi Front,
Alton Ellis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Janne Schatter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mummies,
Glenn Branca,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alphaville,
the Sonics,
The Monks,
the Normal,
Supertramp,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Connie Case,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
B.T. Express,
Tears for Fears,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gichy Dan,
Funkadelic,
Qualms,
The Fortunes,
OOIOO,
L. Decosne,
Lucky Dragons,
Ossler,
Drexciya,
Absolute Body Control,
Yaz,
The Slits,
Banda Bassotti,
Jandek,
Oblivians,
X-Ray Spex,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.