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 Samoa and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Amazonics to the techno 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Sugar Minott,
Mary Jane Girls,
Al Stewart,
Howard Jones,
Oblivians,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Agent Orange,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hashim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Moleskins,
Excepter,
Alphaville,
Todd Terry,
Soul Sonic Force,
Slave,
Trumans Water,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Yaz,
Skriet,
The Moody Blues,
Barry Ungar,
The Red Krayola,
Sister Nancy,
Malaria!,
The Toasters,
The Gories,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mr. Review,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Mummies,
Lightning Bolt,
Tropical Tobacco,
Toni Rubio,
Joey Negro,
Sam Rivers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Anthony Braxton,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sound Behaviour,
cv313,
Livin' Joy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Second Layer,
Kurtis Blow,
Q and Not U,
The Wake,
Jacques Brel,
Byron Stingily,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Metal Thangz,
The Blackbyrds,
Isaac Hayes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dawn Penn,
Jandek,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.