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 Equatorial Guinea and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe 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 T. Rex to the rock 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sällskapet,
The Fuzztones,
Archie Shepp,
Mr. Review,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alton Ellis,
Eden Ahbez,
Girls At Our Best!,
Todd Terry,
Flash Fearless,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Josef K,
Au Pairs,
Eurythmics,
Bad Manners,
Rhythm & Sound,
Junior Murvin,
Gichy Dan,
Judy Mowatt,
Can,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ralphi Rosario,
Con Funk Shun,
Make Up,
the Human League,
Schoolly D,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Morten Harket,
Bronski Beat,
Hashim,
Zero Boys,
Ultravox,
The Gories,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Leaves,
Absolute Body Control,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pole,
The Cure,
Quadrant,
Charles Mingus,
Spoonie Gee,
Johnny Clarke,
Icehouse,
Jacob Miller,
L. Decosne,
Wolf Eyes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Model 500,
Oneida,
The Grass Roots,
Sugar Minott,
Lungfish,
Mark Hollis,
Desert Stars,
The Victims,
Blake Baxter,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.