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 Vanuatu and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Mr. Review to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Soul II Soul,
Los Fastidios,
Sight & Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
Von Mondo,
Hasil Adkins,
Public Image Ltd.,
Chris & Cosey,
Fat Boys,
The Fugs,
Shuggie Otis,
Moby Grape,
Mr. Review,
Cameo,
Roxy Music,
Roxette,
Donny Hathaway,
Minny Pops,
Q and Not U,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Young Marble Giants,
Erykah Badu,
Yaz,
LL Cool J,
Judy Mowatt,
Soft Machine,
Zapp,
Rotary Connection,
Siglo XX,
Sixth Finger,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Boredoms,
New Age Steppers,
Yazoo,
X-101,
Gil Scott Heron,
Derrick May,
Shoche,
Ultra Naté,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Letta Mbulu,
Symarip,
The Index,
Roy Ayers,
Darondo,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Smoke,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kurtis Blow,
Barbara Tucker,
Rapeman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Count Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Leonard Cohen,
Oblivians,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gong,
The Blues Magoos,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.