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 Serbia and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the techno 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
John Coltrane,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Interpol,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tom Boy,
the Sonics,
Sam Rivers,
Marine Girls,
Icehouse,
Model 500,
The Neon Judgement,
Nico,
Ronnie Foster,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
A Certain Ratio,
Aaron Thompson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
LL Cool J,
Roxette,
Harry Pussy,
Moebius,
the Swans,
Thompson Twins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Peter and Kerry,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Standells,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Christie,
The Cure,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gap Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Malaria!,
Oneida,
The Buckinghams,
Boz Scaggs,
The Monks,
The Red Krayola,
Crooked Eye,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Sheep,
Connie Case,
Metal Thangz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pet Shop Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
Sonny Sharrock,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jerry's Kids,
Bill Near,
Scientists,
Davy DMX,
Arthur Verocai,
Warren Ellis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roxy Music,
Basic Channel,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.