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 Portugal and from Glasgow.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
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 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 Donald Fagen 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 Marmalade to the grime 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Steve Hackett,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Wire,
Circle Jerks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Outsiders,
The Offenders,
Fat Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
The Black Dice,
The Golliwogs,
The Count Five,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Danielle Patucci,
Marc Almond,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jeff Mills,
AZ,
FM Einheit,
The J.B.'s,
One Last Wish,
MC5,
LL Cool J,
Little Man,
Throbbing Gristle,
Chris & Cosey,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Alarm Clocks,
Severed Heads,
Eric Dolphy,
Crispian St. Peters,
The American Breed,
Altered Images,
Avey Tare,
Marmalade,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
OOIOO,
Sällskapet,
Ornette Coleman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DNA,
Unwound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Liliput,
Kaleidoscope,
Section 25,
Toni Rubio,
The Residents,
T. Rex,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mantronix,
Alton Ellis,
Newcleus,
Kenny Larkin,
Loose Ends,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.