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 Panama and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Association 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
The Buckinghams,
Throbbing Gristle,
Khruangbin,
Mandrill,
Johnny Osbourne,
Toni Rubio,
The Birthday Party,
Janne Schatter,
Country Teasers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Los Fastidios,
The Cowsills,
Aaron Thompson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Derrick Morgan,
The Divine Comedy,
Hashim,
The American Breed,
Cymande,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Names,
Index,
the Swans,
Swell Maps,
Japan,
The Moleskins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Star Department,
Iggy Pop,
Model 500,
The Offenders,
Adolescents,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dual Sessions,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Sonics,
The Grass Roots,
Boredoms,
Eurythmics,
The Fire Engines,
Jimmy McGriff,
Whodini,
The Barracudas,
Niagra,
Deepchord,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dark Day,
Pagans,
John Coltrane,
Donald Byrd,
Buzzcocks,
The Dirtbombs,
Mr. Review,
Steve Hackett,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rufus Thomas,
Babytalk,
The Associates,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.