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 Salvador.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin 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 Big Daddy Kane to the rock 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lucky Dragons,
Niagra,
Chris Corsano,
Rites of Spring,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tomorrow,
K-Klass,
Pole,
Derrick Morgan,
Roger Hodgson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sound Behaviour,
David Bowie,
Ludus,
F. McDonald,
Traffic Nightmare,
Spoonie Gee,
Los Fastidios,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DJ Sneak,
Harry Pussy,
Interpol,
Joy Division,
Liliput,
Andrew Hill,
CMW,
Thompson Twins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Adolescents,
Jacob Miller,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Simply Red,
The Cure,
Carl Craig,
Roy Ayers,
Tubeway Army,
The Names,
Vainqueur,
Danielle Patucci,
DNA,
Bauhaus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Moody Blues,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Green,
The Standells,
Brick,
KRS-One,
Laurel Aitken,
X-101,
Grey Daturas,
Roxette,
the Association,
Pere Ubu,
The Walker Brothers,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.