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 Poland and from London.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
X-Ray Spex,
Eli Mardock,
The Misunderstood,
The Residents,
Neil Young,
The New Christs,
Animal Collective,
Donny Hathaway,
Matthew Halsall,
Radio Birdman,
Procol Harum,
Tim Buckley,
Eric Dolphy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bush Tetras,
LL Cool J,
The Black Dice,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Toasters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aaron Thompson,
Isaac Hayes,
Trumans Water,
the Association,
The Cure,
Crime,
Sixth Finger,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cramps,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Visage,
Jacob Miller,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pagans,
The Stooges,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soul Sonic Force,
Reuben Wilson,
The Barracudas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
R.M.O.,
Lou Christie,
Brand Nubian,
B.T. Express,
Stiv Bators,
Tropical Tobacco,
Althea and Donna,
Tom Boy,
Sound Behaviour,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Subhumans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.