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 Lebanon and from Lagos.
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 Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro 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 Moss Icon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Pierre Henry,
Black Flag,
Niagra,
DJ Sneak,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Divine Comedy,
Barrington Levy,
Eric Copeland,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tomorrow,
Suburban Knight,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sparks,
Gastr Del Sol,
The United States of America,
Blossom Toes,
Reagan Youth,
MC5,
Roy Ayers,
The Barracudas,
Johnny Clarke,
The Trojans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tommy Roe,
Eddi Front,
Second Layer,
Ornette Coleman,
Cluster,
Pantytec,
Pet Shop Boys,
La Düsseldorf,
Moss Icon,
Sarah Menescal,
Wasted Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fuzztones,
Suicide,
Tom Boy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sister Nancy,
The J.B.'s,
Fad Gadget,
Pere Ubu,
cv313,
Altered Images,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Josef K,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bad Manners,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jeff Mills,
Scratch Acid,
Isaac Hayes,
EPMD,
The Count Five,
The Vogues,
Arcadia,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.