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 Poland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Prince Buster to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Erykah Badu,
Lakeside,
James White and The Blacks,
John Lydon,
Ultra Naté,
The Litter,
Black Flag,
Lindisfarne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Monochrome Set,
Letta Mbulu,
The Golliwogs,
Gabor Szabo,
Josef K,
The Happenings,
Scrapy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Popol Vuh,
Scott Walker,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Essential Logic,
Y Pants,
Moss Icon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Divine Comedy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Charles Mingus,
Organ,
Yazoo,
Slick Rick,
June of 44,
Cal Tjader,
Thompson Twins,
Grauzone,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bronski Beat,
Tommy Roe,
Brothers Johnson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Prince Buster,
Sällskapet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Visage,
The Move,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lower 48,
Metal Thangz,
Yellowson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Public Image Ltd.,
U.S. Maple,
Peter & Gordon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Zeros,
Avey Tare,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Blancmange,
Danielle Patucci,
kango's stein massive,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.