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 Namibia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar 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 Depeche Mode to the funk 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Monochrome Set,
Cluster,
Lou Christie,
Sam Rivers,
KRS-One,
Blossom Toes,
Yellowson,
Royal Trux,
Swans,
Lucky Dragons,
The Birthday Party,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bootsy Collins,
Ludus,
Pussy Galore,
La Düsseldorf,
Unrelated Segments,
Bang On A Can,
Gang Starr,
Max Romeo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cameo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Faraquet,
the Germs,
Eve St. Jones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Symarip,
Monolake,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stetsasonic,
Pierre Henry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fear,
The Raincoats,
Skarface,
Lebanon Hanover,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The American Breed,
Dual Sessions,
Loose Ends,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Interpol,
ABC,
D'Angelo,
Circle Jerks,
Motorama,
Quadrant,
10cc,
Mr. Review,
Magma,
Jimmy McGriff,
Warren Ellis,
Nico,
Gichy Dan,
Parry Music,
Archie Shepp,
Funky Four + One,
Sonny Sharrock,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.