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 Yemen and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Dirtbombs to the techno 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Groovy Waters,
The Leaves,
The Stooges,
Rufus Thomas,
Little Man,
Nation of Ulysses,
Loose Ends,
Soul Sonic Force,
Graham Central Station,
Porter Ricks,
Roxy Music,
Eric Copeland,
Ten City,
Tres Demented,
Television Personalities,
Hasil Adkins,
Darondo,
The Mojo Men,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bob Dylan,
Danielle Patucci,
Sarah Menescal,
Skarface,
The Raincoats,
Whodini,
The New Christs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Matthew Halsall,
The Black Dice,
Zero Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Names,
Wally Richardson,
The Techniques,
Jerry's Kids,
The Last Poets,
Cluster,
Donald Byrd,
Con Funk Shun,
Todd Rundgren,
Wasted Youth,
Clear Light,
Subhumans,
UT,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Blake Baxter,
Newcleus,
Eddi Front,
The Knickerbockers,
Lalann,
Alison Limerick,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dead Boys,
Parry Music,
Fad Gadget,
Marc Almond,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kerri Chandler,
Yaz,
The Blackbyrds,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.