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 Cyprus and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 These Immortal Souls to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kurtis Blow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tubeway Army,
Porter Ricks,
Jeff Mills,
Vladislav Delay,
Rod Modell,
Spandau Ballet,
Graham Central Station,
The Cure,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pierre Henry,
the Association,
Pantytec,
Patti Smith,
Blancmange,
New Order,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Todd Terry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Magazine,
Tropical Tobacco,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Blake Baxter,
Alison Limerick,
Ohio Players,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ossler,
Von Mondo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Bar-Kays,
The Martian,
Oblivians,
Radio Birdman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mars,
48th St. Collective,
Roxette,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bluetip,
Roger Hodgson,
The Durutti Column,
MDC,
Mission of Burma,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Youth Brigade,
The Real Kids,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cowsills,
Drexciya,
Interpol,
Laurel Aitken,
Soul Sonic Force,
JFA,
Ludus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Matthew Halsall,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.