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 Haiti and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Move to the rap 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Joyce Sims,
The Evens,
Bush Tetras,
Urselle,
Fear,
Nick Fraelich,
Bootsy Collins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pussy Galore,
Matthew Halsall,
The Stooges,
The Gap Band,
Fat Boys,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joey Negro,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Electric Prunes,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Animal Collective,
Intrusion,
Camberwell Now,
Josef K,
Maurizio,
Radiopuhelimet,
Neu!,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mark Hollis,
10cc,
Yaz,
Rakim,
Brothers Johnson,
Television,
Arab on Radar,
New Age Steppers,
Duran Duran,
Lou Reed,
Stetsasonic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Remains,
Malaria!,
Wings,
Jacques Brel,
The Dirtbombs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Faraquet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wally Richardson,
The Golliwogs,
Prince Buster,
Grey Daturas,
Albert Ayler,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.