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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ 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 Eric Copeland to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Chris & Cosey,
Sparks,
Minor Threat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Names,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Chrome,
Isaac Hayes,
Newcleus,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Seeds,
Vladislav Delay,
Chris Corsano,
Iggy Pop,
Marcia Griffiths,
Radiohead,
Judy Mowatt,
Fugazi,
Dark Day,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Busters,
Neil Young,
Prince Buster,
a-ha,
Slave,
Carl Craig,
The Leaves,
The Offenders,
Sandy B,
Agent Orange,
Visage,
The Monks,
Tommy Roe,
Al Stewart,
Delon & Dalcan,
T.S.O.L.,
Smog,
Y Pants,
Magazine,
Delta 5,
The Doobie Brothers,
New York Dolls,
These Immortal Souls,
AZ,
Aural Exciters,
KRS-One,
Skriet,
Ponytail,
Boz Scaggs,
Robert Hood,
A Certain Ratio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Leonard Cohen,
Malaria!,
Quadrant,
Bizarre Inc.,
DJ Sneak,
Ronnie Foster,
Lungfish,
The Pretty Things,
Popol Vuh,
Eve St. Jones,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.