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 Senegal and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 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 Chrome to the jazz 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Thompson Twins,
Jawbox,
David McCallum,
The Residents,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eli Mardock,
Roger Hodgson,
Chris Corsano,
Bang On A Can,
Barclay James Harvest,
Man Eating Sloth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ronan,
John Holt,
Rosa Yemen,
K-Klass,
Groovy Waters,
Susan Cadogan,
Boz Scaggs,
Glenn Branca,
Stiv Bators,
Nas,
The Young Rascals,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lungfish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deepchord,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tom Boy,
Pantytec,
Jeff Lynne,
The Litter,
Althea and Donna,
Cheater Slicks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pussy Galore,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Christie,
Iggy Pop,
Jesper Dahlback,
Spoonie Gee,
Scrapy,
June of 44,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cowsills,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scratch Acid,
Kaleidoscope,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Womack,
The Dirtbombs,
Cybotron,
Arthur Verocai,
Make Up,
The Five Americans,
The Associates,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.