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 Morocco and from Beijing.
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 Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Piero Umiliani to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
DJ Sneak,
Rakim,
Inner City,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cure,
Zapp,
Blossom Toes,
Dark Day,
The Move,
R.M.O.,
Jeff Lynne,
DJ Style,
Mandrill,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Underground Resistance,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jandek,
The Gun Club,
Magazine,
Intrusion,
Prince Buster,
Guru Guru,
Surgeon,
Fela Kuti,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Skriet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ohio Players,
The Associates,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Names,
L. Decosne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Donald Byrd,
Sex Pistols,
CMW,
The Gladiators,
The Remains,
Main Source,
Eric Dolphy,
Dual Sessions,
The Blues Magoos,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crash Course in Science,
World's Most,
The Birthday Party,
Danielle Patucci,
Marmalade,
Sugar Minott,
Tommy Roe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Slackers,
Easy Going,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cluster,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grey Daturas,
Crime,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Cale,
This Heat,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.