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 South Africa and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the disco 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Wasted Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bush Tetras,
Patti Smith,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ossler,
Ten City,
Tubeway Army,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pagans,
DJ Sneak,
Pylon,
The Associates,
Technova,
Howard Jones,
Juan Atkins,
John Holt,
This Heat,
Main Source,
Jerry's Kids,
Second Layer,
Half Japanese,
Pharoah Sanders,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Amon Düül II,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bronski Beat,
Dead Boys,
Hashim,
Black Pus,
Prince Buster,
Arcadia,
Lightning Bolt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Outsiders,
Pere Ubu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Byron Stingily,
Television,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sex Pistols,
David McCallum,
The Fall,
Quantec,
Unwound,
The Misunderstood,
Absolute Body Control,
Roger Hodgson,
The Offenders,
X-101,
10cc,
48th St. Collective,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Lydon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pantytec,
The Gladiators,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.