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 Somalia and from Cairo.
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 Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 D'Angelo to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Velvet Underground,
Michelle Simonal,
Monolake,
Harmonia,
Jeff Mills,
The Raincoats,
Black Pus,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Human League,
Slick Rick,
Yazoo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Babytalk,
The Misunderstood,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Moon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Beau Brummels,
PIL,
T. Rex,
Severed Heads,
Susan Cadogan,
Eden Ahbez,
AZ,
Massinfluence,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ornette Coleman,
Erasure,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Reagan Youth,
Los Fastidios,
The Young Rascals,
Dorothy Ashby,
Quadrant,
Rites of Spring,
Wally Richardson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gun Club,
Ice-T,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Modern Lovers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bill Near,
The Monks,
Maleditus Sound,
The Busters,
The Pretty Things,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Slits,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
K-Klass,
Graham Central Station,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
June of 44,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.