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 El Salvador and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Spandau Ballet to the dance 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Sugar Minott,
Mars,
Charles Mingus,
The Fall,
The Human League,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minnie Riperton,
The Count Five,
The Seeds,
The Velvet Underground,
Steve Hackett,
Parry Music,
Andrew Hill,
World's Most,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Residents,
Josef K,
X-102,
the Slits,
Kurtis Blow,
Index,
Ronnie Foster,
Funkadelic,
Can,
Wire,
Pole,
Nas,
Rites of Spring,
The Victims,
kango's stein massive,
Absolute Body Control,
Public Image Ltd.,
Siglo XX,
Marc Almond,
The Misunderstood,
Marshall Jefferson,
Delta 5,
Dennis Brown,
Royal Trux,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Invisible,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gladiators,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Heaven 17,
Dark Day,
Outsiders,
Gang of Four,
Subhumans,
Brass Construction,
Audionom,
Sun City Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Electric Prunes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Faraquet,
MDC,
Average White Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.