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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the dance 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Blancmange,
Black Pus,
Agitation Free,
Johnny Clarke,
Bad Manners,
The Associates,
The Fall,
the Human League,
Crispian St. Peters,
Y Pants,
The Gap Band,
Echospace,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marcia Griffiths,
MC5,
Jimmy McGriff,
Heaven 17,
The Birthday Party,
Leonard Cohen,
Cheater Slicks,
Tommy Roe,
Black Moon,
Excepter,
Robert Görl,
FM Einheit,
Gichy Dan,
Jacques Brel,
Scratch Acid,
Essential Logic,
Wally Richardson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Last Poets,
Joe Finger,
Patti Smith,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aural Exciters,
Alton Ellis,
Connie Case,
Eddi Front,
Rosa Yemen,
Donny Hathaway,
Crooked Eye,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ultravox,
The Names,
Hoover,
Warsaw,
Deakin,
JFA,
Grey Daturas,
LL Cool J,
The Golliwogs,
Funkadelic,
D'Angelo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fat Boys,
Agent Orange,
Matthew Halsall,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scott Walker,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.