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 Lesotho and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
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 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 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 Ituana to the dance 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang Gang Dance,
In Retrospect,
Faraquet,
The Blackbyrds,
Crooked Eye,
Anakelly,
Todd Rundgren,
AZ,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hasil Adkins,
Chris Corsano,
The Residents,
The Velvet Underground,
The Martian,
Bush Tetras,
Fat Boys,
Colin Newman,
Babytalk,
Alton Ellis,
Mad Mike,
Magma,
Darondo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stetsasonic,
Pulsallama,
Das Ding,
Chrome,
Audionom,
Deakin,
Depeche Mode,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eve St. Jones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Associates,
Symarip,
Sound Behaviour,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sarah Menescal,
The Smoke,
Pole,
Goldenarms,
the Fania All-Stars,
U.S. Maple,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brick,
The Dirtbombs,
Joyce Sims,
The Cowsills,
Yaz,
Pere Ubu,
Black Moon,
The Zeros,
Kaleidoscope,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Techniques,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.