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 Bosnia Herzegovina 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 the Association to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mojo Men,
Circle Jerks,
Mantronix,
The Gap Band,
The Blues Magoos,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Swans,
Rites of Spring,
Mr. Review,
Joe Smooth,
Bush Tetras,
The Velvet Underground,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The New Christs,
The Human League,
FM Einheit,
Guru Guru,
The Tremeloes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Throbbing Gristle,
Flamin' Groovies,
Letta Mbulu,
Quadrant,
The Smiths,
Kayak,
Dawn Penn,
Audionom,
The Stooges,
The Doors,
Icehouse,
Fear,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sixth Finger,
Lyres,
Underground Resistance,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marcia Griffiths,
ABC,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Duran Duran,
Blossom Toes,
Black Flag,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crash Course in Science,
Aswad,
One Last Wish,
Junior Murvin,
Scott Walker,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Radio Birdman,
Franke,
Youth Brigade,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nico,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.