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 Uruguay and from Jakarta.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe 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 Monks to the dance 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
AZ,
Sällskapet,
Lucky Dragons,
Alton Ellis,
Metal Thangz,
The Smiths,
Agent Orange,
The New Christs,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Lydon,
Soulsonic Force,
The Knickerbockers,
Thompson Twins,
Soul II Soul,
The Remains,
The Litter,
Procol Harum,
Niagra,
Clear Light,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yaz,
Chris Corsano,
The Searchers,
Grauzone,
The Skatalites,
Ronan,
Hasil Adkins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bill Wells,
Siglo XX,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marc Almond,
Brass Construction,
Massinfluence,
the Human League,
Gang Starr,
Essential Logic,
Das Ding,
Gabor Szabo,
The Star Department,
Bad Manners,
Masters at Work,
Delon & Dalcan,
Arcadia,
Ken Boothe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scientists,
Joe Smooth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
New York Dolls,
Patti Smith,
Reuben Wilson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camouflage,
Magazine,
New Age Steppers,
Derrick May,
Faust,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Duran Duran,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.