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 Barbados and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Donny Hathaway to the rock 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Danielle Patucci,
Darondo,
Audionom,
Visage,
Blossom Toes,
JFA,
Panda Bear,
Leonard Cohen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Five Americans,
Thee Headcoats,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Sheep,
MC5,
Juan Atkins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barbara Tucker,
The Toasters,
Minny Pops,
Neu!,
Minutemen,
Mr. Review,
Kaleidoscope,
Second Layer,
T. Rex,
Matthew Bourne,
Model 500,
Sound Behaviour,
These Immortal Souls,
Khruangbin,
Joensuu 1685,
David Bowie,
John Holt,
The Wake,
Surgeon,
This Heat,
Harry Pussy,
the Human League,
Bizarre Inc.,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Skatalites,
Dennis Brown,
Stetsasonic,
Deadbeat,
Intrusion,
Wasted Youth,
Peter & Gordon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grandmaster Flash,
Deakin,
Desert Stars,
La Düsseldorf,
MDC,
The Moleskins,
Rhythm & Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Idris Muhammad,
Arthur Verocai,
Oblivians,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.