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 Egypt and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum 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 Ohio Players to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Kayak,
The Beau Brummels,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Durutti Column,
Brothers Johnson,
Jawbox,
Chris & Cosey,
The Busters,
The Fall,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Organ,
Livin' Joy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lee Hazlewood,
Procol Harum,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Adolescents,
The Saints,
Vladislav Delay,
Massinfluence,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Silicon Teens,
John Coltrane,
Con Funk Shun,
The Last Poets,
Television,
Gong,
Can,
Sarah Menescal,
Scratch Acid,
Anthony Braxton,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Faust,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Simply Red,
Ice-T,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fugazi,
Sister Nancy,
Laurel Aitken,
The Misunderstood,
Skaos,
Amon Düül II,
Don Cherry,
Arab on Radar,
Traffic Nightmare,
Altered Images,
Mr. Review,
OOIOO,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Swell Maps,
E-Dancer,
The Vogues,
Kas Product,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.