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 Botswana and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 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 Donald Byrd to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
PIL,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Duran Duran,
10cc,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sandy B,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kool Moe Dee,
MDC,
Basic Channel,
Junior Murvin,
The Red Krayola,
The Martian,
Popol Vuh,
The Buckinghams,
The Music Machine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Index,
Quadrant,
B.T. Express,
Television Personalities,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aaron Thompson,
June of 44,
Charles Mingus,
Reuben Wilson,
The Sonics,
Ronan,
Avey Tare,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
ABC,
Nik Kershaw,
Bauhaus,
Michelle Simonal,
Pulsallama,
The United States of America,
Alison Limerick,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kurtis Blow,
the Soft Cell,
Wire,
Lou Christie,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Funky Four + One,
Morten Harket,
R.M.O.,
Chris & Cosey,
Prince Buster,
Dark Day,
T.S.O.L.,
Ponytail,
Ossler,
Brand Nubian,
DJ Style,
Hashim,
The Gun Club,
The Five Americans,
U.S. Maple,
Pere Ubu,
Minor Threat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.