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 Papua New Guinea and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Scan 7 to the crunk 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Sixth Finger,
Bad Manners,
DJ Sneak,
Monolake,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Blackbyrds,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jerry's Kids,
Qualms,
Saccharine Trust,
Symarip,
The Music Machine,
Rekid,
Scientists,
China Crisis,
Peter & Gordon,
Sound Behaviour,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Smog,
Kurtis Blow,
Janne Schatter,
Brass Construction,
The Tremeloes,
Lalo Schifrin,
CMW,
Banda Bassotti,
Cecil Taylor,
The Pretty Things,
Monks,
Donny Hathaway,
Subhumans,
Quadrant,
the Normal,
Masters at Work,
ABBA,
Brand Nubian,
Q and Not U,
Alice Coltrane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Dead C,
The Smiths,
Quantec,
Skaos,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Index,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Evens,
Lucky Dragons,
The Count Five,
The Seeds,
Donald Byrd,
Wasted Youth,
Althea and Donna,
Warsaw,
The Fugs,
Max Romeo,
Con Funk Shun,
Ituana,
Colin Newman,
the Slits,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.