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 Kenya and from Jakarta.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet 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 Vainqueur to the grunge 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Harmonia,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crime,
Gang Green,
Mission of Burma,
Shoche,
Stetsasonic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marc Almond,
Can,
Nils Olav,
The Mighty Diamonds,
June of 44,
Deakin,
Saccharine Trust,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roxette,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Last Poets,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Masters at Work,
Derrick May,
Depeche Mode,
Lyres,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mandrill,
CMW,
Rotary Connection,
Brick,
Pussy Galore,
Lightning Bolt,
ABBA,
The Zeros,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Byron Stingily,
Kerri Chandler,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Monochrome Set,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Aaron Thompson,
The Residents,
Accadde A,
Davy DMX,
ABC,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Monks,
EPMD,
Eric B and Rakim,
OOIOO,
Johnny Clarke,
The Moody Blues,
The Divine Comedy,
Fat Boys,
The J.B.'s,
Black Flag,
John Lydon,
Joe Finger,
Livin' Joy,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.