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 Indonesia and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 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 Essential Logic to the disco 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Parry Music,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Big Daddy Kane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gun Club,
Rakim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joy Division,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cal Tjader,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Icehouse,
Dorothy Ashby,
These Immortal Souls,
Dennis Brown,
The Fall,
Underground Resistance,
the Bar-Kays,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Sheep,
X-102,
The Selecter,
Scratch Acid,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Moon,
Babytalk,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Excepter,
Model 500,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tim Buckley,
the Normal,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Detroit Cobras,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Smoke,
Monolake,
The Techniques,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ronan,
Fluxion,
Kevin Saunderson,
Schoolly D,
David Bowie,
Crispian St. Peters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Walker Brothers,
Marmalade,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bizarre Inc.,
T.S.O.L.,
The Velvet Underground,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobby Womack,
Ultra Naté,
James White and The Blacks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Electric Prunes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.