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 New Zealand and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tropical Tobacco to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Tomorrow,
Rufus Thomas,
Swans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Henry Cow,
Altered Images,
Yellowson,
Peter and Kerry,
James White and The Blacks,
Jandek,
The Victims,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Womack,
Hoover,
Davy DMX,
Lalann,
Ronnie Foster,
Agitation Free,
Fluxion,
Warsaw,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gories,
Flash Fearless,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Names,
The Zeros,
The Busters,
Barbara Tucker,
Nils Olav,
Archie Shepp,
Hasil Adkins,
Dawn Penn,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marmalade,
John Foxx,
Q65,
Jerry Gold Smith,
David McCallum,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Outsiders,
Ituana,
Freddie Wadling,
The Red Krayola,
ABC,
The United States of America,
Blake Baxter,
Lindisfarne,
The Slackers,
Cheater Slicks,
Gong,
Chris Corsano,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cowsills,
Mars,
Tom Boy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rapeman,
Goldenarms,
Stiv Bators,
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.