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 Jamaica and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Steve Hackett to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
8 Eyed Spy,
Monks,
Rapeman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camouflage,
Bobby Sherman,
Stiv Bators,
Jeff Mills,
The United States of America,
Television,
Quantec,
Joe Smooth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lower 48,
Ultra Naté,
The Selecter,
The Invisible,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
MC5,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roxy Music,
R.M.O.,
Minnie Riperton,
DJ Style,
Gang of Four,
Audionom,
Intrusion,
Wings,
Unrelated Segments,
Surgeon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Organ,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nas,
The Standells,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Urselle,
Camberwell Now,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Moby Grape,
Dave Gahan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Symarip,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ken Boothe,
The Buckinghams,
Maleditus Sound,
Franke,
The Busters,
T.S.O.L.,
The Knickerbockers,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.