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 Namibia and from Mexico City.
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 London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ 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 Roxette to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
The Five Americans,
Terry Callier,
John Coltrane,
The Birthday Party,
The Fugs,
Arthur Verocai,
Amon Düül,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sister Nancy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Christie,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
David Axelrod,
Deadbeat,
Slave,
Wire,
Maurizio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Move,
Lebanon Hanover,
The New Christs,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Pop Group,
Scrapy,
Underground Resistance,
Aural Exciters,
Joensuu 1685,
Sonny Sharrock,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Spoonie Gee,
The Residents,
Amazonics,
Rites of Spring,
Procol Harum,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Harmonia,
The Tremeloes,
Delta 5,
F. McDonald,
The Star Department,
Subhumans,
Babytalk,
E-Dancer,
Brand Nubian,
FM Einheit,
Dawn Penn,
Negative Approach,
Camouflage,
The Cowsills,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Supertramp,
The Alarm Clocks,
Funky Four + One,
Yazoo,
Ludus,
One Last Wish,
Blake Baxter,
LL Cool J,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.