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 Montenegro and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Underground Resistance to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Skarface,
Fat Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mark Hollis,
Swans,
X-Ray Spex,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Chrome,
Pet Shop Boys,
Qualms,
Albert Ayler,
Piero Umiliani,
James White and The Blacks,
Mars,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Andrew Hill,
Minutemen,
Aswad,
The Buckinghams,
Danielle Patucci,
Depeche Mode,
F. McDonald,
Erykah Badu,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Moon,
The Leaves,
K-Klass,
Kurtis Blow,
Nico,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rufus Thomas,
Section 25,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Vladislav Delay,
Electric Prunes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joy Division,
Yusef Lateef,
John Cale,
Marcia Griffiths,
D'Angelo,
Bluetip,
Cybotron,
T.S.O.L.,
Radiohead,
The Modern Lovers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sandy B,
Faust,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Selecter,
JFA,
Robert Hood,
June of 44,
Oblivians,
Radiopuhelimet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Oneida,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.