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 Dominican Republic and from Paris.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the rap 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
The Monochrome Set,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Byrd,
Arcadia,
Isaac Hayes,
The Velvet Underground,
Loose Ends,
X-102,
Robert Wyatt,
Buzzcocks,
Stereo Dub,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Grass Roots,
Y Pants,
The Walker Brothers,
The Selecter,
The Neon Judgement,
Spoonie Gee,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Evens,
Sällskapet,
Motorama,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rakim,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brothers Johnson,
Inner City,
Cheater Slicks,
Derrick Morgan,
Clear Light,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Young Rascals,
Negative Approach,
The Fire Engines,
Suicide,
Faraquet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eve St. Jones,
Rekid,
Newcleus,
Eddi Front,
Girls At Our Best!,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Foxx,
Rapeman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yellowson,
The Litter,
the Sonics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Flipper,
Oneida,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Infiniti,
The Music Machine,
Warsaw,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.