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 Russia and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet 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 Siglo XX to the electroclash 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Skaos,
Bobby Byrd,
L. Decosne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aloha Tigers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Saccharine Trust,
T.S.O.L.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Chris & Cosey,
Technova,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Moon,
Anakelly,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grauzone,
Banda Bassotti,
Wings,
Wire,
Erykah Badu,
Surgeon,
Japan,
Hashim,
Mantronix,
John Lydon,
Average White Band,
Deepchord,
Juan Atkins,
Oblivians,
Janne Schatter,
Alphaville,
Derrick May,
New York Dolls,
Lalann,
Sight & Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Buzzcocks,
The Gun Club,
Ludus,
Warren Ellis,
Wolf Eyes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Leonard Cohen,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Residents,
Babytalk,
Donald Byrd,
The Blackbyrds,
Rakim,
Depeche Mode,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Knickerbockers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marc Almond,
Stetsasonic,
Andrew Hill,
the Slits,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Thompson Twins,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.