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 United Kingdom and from London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 June of 44 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Grey Daturas,
Interpol,
Brothers Johnson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Organ,
Piero Umiliani,
Dave Gahan,
Swans,
Alison Limerick,
Easy Going,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brick,
Crash Course in Science,
48th St. Collective,
The Tremeloes,
Wings,
Boz Scaggs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Trojans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Skarface,
The Doobie Brothers,
Derrick Morgan,
Underground Resistance,
T. Rex,
Dennis Brown,
Goldenarms,
John Coltrane,
The Real Kids,
Toni Rubio,
Crime,
Lindisfarne,
The Beau Brummels,
Matthew Halsall,
The Martian,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cecil Taylor,
Minutemen,
10cc,
Kas Product,
James White and The Blacks,
New York Dolls,
The Slackers,
Sight & Sound,
The J.B.'s,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fluxion,
Chris & Cosey,
PIL,
Sam Rivers,
Ornette Coleman,
Livin' Joy,
The Blues Magoos,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.