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 Madagascar and from Edmonton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Zero Boys to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Von Mondo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Charles Mingus,
Roy Ayers,
John Lydon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Todd Rundgren,
Sex Pistols,
The Gladiators,
Japan,
Crash Course in Science,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Boredoms,
Danielle Patucci,
The Associates,
The Sonics,
Rhythm & Sound,
Minutemen,
The Leaves,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Standells,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Cale,
Nirvana,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Monks,
Sugar Minott,
Sarah Menescal,
Anakelly,
The Moleskins,
The Modern Lovers,
Amon Düül II,
The Fire Engines,
Ronan,
ABC,
Pylon,
Amazonics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Moebius,
The New Christs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Oblivians,
Yusef Lateef,
The Last Poets,
Kerri Chandler,
CMW,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Knickerbockers,
Malaria!,
Angry Samoans,
The Searchers,
Tim Buckley,
June Days,
Eric Copeland,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Newcleus,
Zero Boys,
Junior Murvin,
Tears for Fears,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.