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 Mongolia and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Michael McDonald 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 Mission of Burma to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Reed,
The Monochrome Set,
The Techniques,
Gichy Dan,
Hoover,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Drive Like Jehu,
Archie Shepp,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Althea and Donna,
Icehouse,
Lucky Dragons,
Zero Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sonic Youth,
Wally Richardson,
Excepter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barrington Levy,
Jeff Lynne,
Popol Vuh,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Count Five,
Soft Cell,
Amazonics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Yaz,
Technova,
Matthew Bourne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Adolescents,
Dead Boys,
Franke,
DJ Style,
Fela Kuti,
48th St. Collective,
Pylon,
The Gun Club,
Eurythmics,
Gang Starr,
Index,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Theoretical Girls,
Ronan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joensuu 1685,
Desert Stars,
Ornette Coleman,
Sandy B,
Grauzone,
The Divine Comedy,
Absolute Body Control,
Q65,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mantronix,
Das Ding,
Jacques Brel,
The Neon Judgement,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.