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 Manchester.
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 Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Robert Palmer 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 Reuben Wilson to the rock 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mission of Burma,
Absolute Body Control,
Television Personalities,
Theoretical Girls,
Chris Corsano,
T.S.O.L.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eve St. Jones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wasted Youth,
X-101,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
R.M.O.,
Dawn Penn,
Black Pus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
T. Rex,
Severed Heads,
Angry Samoans,
Sound Behaviour,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Barracudas,
Todd Rundgren,
Maurizio,
The Trojans,
The Move,
New York Dolls,
Jeru the Damaja,
D'Angelo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Althea and Donna,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joyce Sims,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Depeche Mode,
Glambeats Corp.,
Public Enemy,
Dual Sessions,
The Busters,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Swans,
Ten City,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultra Naté,
The Divine Comedy,
Aloha Tigers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gichy Dan,
Junior Murvin,
Man Parrish,
The Monochrome Set,
Barry Ungar,
The Standells,
KRS-One,
Nils Olav,
Electric Prunes,
Sex Pistols,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.