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 Kyrgyzstan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Marc Almond to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Heaven 17,
Todd Rundgren,
Lindisfarne,
Chrome,
Jesper Dahlback,
Audionom,
U.S. Maple,
Judy Mowatt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Susan Cadogan,
Pussy Galore,
Gabor Szabo,
the Soft Cell,
In Retrospect,
Laurel Aitken,
Slave,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fat Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Slackers,
The Human League,
Amazonics,
The Raincoats,
Shoche,
The Star Department,
Gang Starr,
Negative Approach,
The Sound,
F. McDonald,
Minutemen,
Joe Finger,
X-101,
Piero Umiliani,
Janne Schatter,
Angry Samoans,
Wally Richardson,
The Monks,
K-Klass,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joey Negro,
Minnie Riperton,
Procol Harum,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Can,
Soul II Soul,
FM Einheit,
Echospace,
John Cale,
Qualms,
Ken Boothe,
Suburban Knight,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Womack,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Skatalites,
Jeru the Damaja,
Little Man,
Idris Muhammad,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.