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 Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Busters to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Robert Wyatt,
David McCallum,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
June of 44,
Minny Pops,
The Fortunes,
Television Personalities,
Visage,
The Index,
Lyres,
The Residents,
the Human League,
T.S.O.L.,
Hoover,
The Star Department,
Jacob Miller,
The Gladiators,
The J.B.'s,
Godley & Creme,
Idris Muhammad,
Half Japanese,
ABC,
Wolf Eyes,
The Barracudas,
Morten Harket,
The Blues Magoos,
Royal Trux,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Motions,
Barbara Tucker,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cymande,
Rod Modell,
Boz Scaggs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Motorama,
Eric B and Rakim,
B.T. Express,
Wire,
The Vogues,
The Monochrome Set,
Monks,
The Human League,
Scion,
Blossom Toes,
Mars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dennis Brown,
Kerri Chandler,
Ken Boothe,
Michelle Simonal,
The Trojans,
New Order,
Audionom,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.