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 Argentina and from Accra.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 Icehouse to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Gang of Four,
The Happenings,
Darondo,
Max Romeo,
Minor Threat,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stetsasonic,
D'Angelo,
E-Dancer,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jacob Miller,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rekid,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bill Wells,
Suburban Knight,
Dead Boys,
John Holt,
cv313,
Bush Tetras,
Lungfish,
Organ,
The Gories,
Nirvana,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roxy Music,
Gong,
Lyres,
Todd Terry,
Minny Pops,
Zapp,
the Slits,
Andrew Hill,
The Index,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Von Mondo,
Soulsonic Force,
The Names,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Birthday Party,
Davy DMX,
Little Man,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Detroit Cobras,
Audionom,
Model 500,
CMW,
The Residents,
Al Stewart,
Magazine,
June Days,
Wings,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joy Division,
The Saints,
Piero Umiliani,
Scratch Acid,
Q and Not U,
The Knickerbockers,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.