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 Togo and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Stooges,
Jeff Mills,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roxette,
The Searchers,
Gabor Szabo,
Nik Kershaw,
X-101,
Stockholm Monsters,
Shoche,
Wally Richardson,
Anthony Braxton,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scrapy,
Whodini,
Moss Icon,
Simply Red,
Bobby Sherman,
Darondo,
Index,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cure,
Boz Scaggs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Human League,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lou Reed,
The Moody Blues,
Rites of Spring,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tears for Fears,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Connie Case,
Organ,
Bobby Womack,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pantaleimon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Blake Baxter,
The Gladiators,
Silicon Teens,
Gang of Four,
June Days,
Suburban Knight,
The Cowsills,
Minny Pops,
Rakim,
Average White Band,
Audionom,
Aswad,
Electric Prunes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Slick Rick,
Livin' Joy,
Nirvana,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
B.T. Express,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.