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 Lithuania and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes 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 Rites of Spring to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Interpol,
Section 25,
The Pop Group,
Subhumans,
Dark Day,
Robert Wyatt,
New York Dolls,
Gichy Dan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pet Shop Boys,
Siglo XX,
Gong,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stetsasonic,
Blancmange,
Hot Snakes,
Eric Copeland,
Aloha Tigers,
The Monochrome Set,
Janne Schatter,
Bizarre Inc.,
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The Moody Blues,
Magazine,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sight & Sound,
Fad Gadget,
Jeff Lynne,
Sam Rivers,
Eurythmics,
Ronnie Foster,
Anthony Braxton,
Boogie Down Productions,
Delta 5,
The Modern Lovers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fugs,
Radio Birdman,
Monolake,
The Residents,
Goldenarms,
Audionom,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Zapp,
The Zeros,
Icehouse,
Urselle,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Popol Vuh,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wolf Eyes,
The Misunderstood,
Chrome,
The Dirtbombs,
Little Man,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Reed,
The Last Poets,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.