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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Salvador.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Visage to the rock 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. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Yazoo,
Brothers Johnson,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Slits,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Youth Brigade,
Sandy B,
Ice-T,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Q65,
Flipper,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
FM Einheit,
Pussy Galore,
Electric Prunes,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Barracudas,
Mission of Burma,
Deepchord,
Fad Gadget,
Howard Jones,
Trumans Water,
Dead Boys,
Radio Birdman,
DNA,
Vladislav Delay,
June Days,
Robert Görl,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Misunderstood,
Reagan Youth,
Spandau Ballet,
a-ha,
The New Christs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
D'Angelo,
Cheater Slicks,
Angry Samoans,
Subhumans,
Skaos,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Negative Approach,
The Tremeloes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Smog,
Judy Mowatt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Funky Four + One,
Byron Stingily,
Sarah Menescal,
The Litter,
Reuben Wilson,
48th St. Collective,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Sherman,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.