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 Benin and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 The Smiths to the electroclash 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Desert Stars,
New Age Steppers,
Ronan,
The Victims,
Matthew Bourne,
DNA,
Prince Buster,
Eddi Front,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Human League,
Section 25,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joe Finger,
James White and The Blacks,
Hardrive,
Sandy B,
Vladislav Delay,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Neon Judgement,
Livin' Joy,
L. Decosne,
the Bar-Kays,
Scrapy,
The Motions,
Minutemen,
Funkadelic,
Bill Wells,
The Busters,
Sällskapet,
Supertramp,
Blake Baxter,
Half Japanese,
Arcadia,
Dawn Penn,
The Beau Brummels,
Donny Hathaway,
Rakim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Slackers,
H. Thieme,
Kaleidoscope,
Goldenarms,
Newcleus,
New Order,
Susan Cadogan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Youth Brigade,
Sarah Menescal,
Jawbox,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Derrick May,
Lakeside,
Sugar Minott,
Audionom,
Symarip,
Toni Rubio,
Marvin Gaye,
Organ,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.