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 Kiribati and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Morten Harket to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
London Community Gospel Choir,
D'Angelo,
48th St. Collective,
Sexual Harrassment,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Reed,
Con Funk Shun,
Trumans Water,
The Fall,
Joyce Sims,
Quando Quango,
Vainqueur,
Y Pants,
Andrew Hill,
The Neon Judgement,
Bronski Beat,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Peter and Kerry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Talk Talk,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roy Ayers,
Nick Fraelich,
Josef K,
Severed Heads,
Flash Fearless,
The Fire Engines,
the Normal,
Schoolly D,
New Order,
Simply Red,
Half Japanese,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Moleskins,
Mo-Dettes,
KRS-One,
10cc,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mandrill,
Lucky Dragons,
Depeche Mode,
This Heat,
Man Parrish,
Fear,
the Swans,
The Sonics,
Jacques Brel,
Stiv Bators,
Johnny Osbourne,
Reuben Wilson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fat Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
Tres Demented,
Kas Product,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.