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 Kiribati and from Paris.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
The Misunderstood,
Television,
Heaven 17,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Normal,
Marc Almond,
Peter and Kerry,
Liliput,
Lalann,
Mr. Review,
Lyres,
kango's stein massive,
Boogie Down Productions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stetsasonic,
Monks,
Agent Orange,
Fluxion,
a-ha,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soft Machine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ossler,
Warren Ellis,
Blancmange,
The Victims,
Kayak,
Amazonics,
Con Funk Shun,
Infiniti,
Eden Ahbez,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sarah Menescal,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marshall Jefferson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
New Order,
The Music Machine,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yazoo,
Roxy Music,
Nas,
The Human League,
Yaz,
Yellowson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Isaac Hayes,
Zero Boys,
The Golliwogs,
F. McDonald,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Franke,
The Last Poets,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.