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 Liechtenstein and from Mumbai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar 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 Qualms to the dance 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Technova,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soul Sonic Force,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Dave Clark Five,
June of 44,
Leonard Cohen,
The Shadows of Knight,
China Crisis,
The Associates,
Livin' Joy,
The Count Five,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Idris Muhammad,
Arab on Radar,
Eden Ahbez,
Cybotron,
H. Thieme,
Camouflage,
Alice Coltrane,
Hashim,
ABC,
Joy Division,
The Vogues,
Iggy Pop,
Reuben Wilson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Graham Central Station,
Oneida,
Sugar Minott,
Underground Resistance,
Groovy Waters,
Nirvana,
Moebius,
Jacob Miller,
Alton Ellis,
Simply Red,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nas,
Camberwell Now,
James White and The Blacks,
Procol Harum,
The Mojo Men,
Glenn Branca,
Rekid,
Toni Rubio,
Charles Mingus,
Peter & Gordon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Dead C,
Symarip,
Tubeway Army,
Jeff Mills,
Davy DMX,
Kurtis Blow,
Blossom Toes,
Depeche Mode,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.