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 Mexico and from Sao Paulo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 The Fire Engines to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Skaos,
The Litter,
Sällskapet,
Minny Pops,
The Alarm Clocks,
L. Decosne,
Model 500,
World's Most,
Charles Mingus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Idris Muhammad,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cymande,
CMW,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Pretty Things,
The Moleskins,
Trumans Water,
Ralphi Rosario,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Soft Cell,
Dead Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pulsallama,
The Dirtbombs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Junior Murvin,
a-ha,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Radio Birdman,
The Doors,
Section 25,
Jerry's Kids,
ABC,
Ice-T,
Fat Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
China Crisis,
Patti Smith,
David McCallum,
48th St. Collective,
Soulsonic Force,
Hoover,
Severed Heads,
The Seeds,
Animal Collective,
One Last Wish,
cv313,
Graham Central Station,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camouflage,
Cal Tjader,
Oneida,
Darondo,
Matthew Bourne,
Saccharine Trust,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Offenders,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.