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 Uzbekistan and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 the Bar-Kays to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Fugazi,
Cameo,
Liliput,
Japan,
Barry Ungar,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fear,
Suburban Knight,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eden Ahbez,
Model 500,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Bananas,
the Swans,
Todd Rundgren,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Al Stewart,
Yazoo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gap Band,
Sun Ra,
Darondo,
Hot Snakes,
Franke,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rapeman,
Jacob Miller,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Von Mondo,
Prince Buster,
Faraquet,
The Cure,
Aural Exciters,
The Human League,
Don Cherry,
X-101,
Trumans Water,
Nils Olav,
Surgeon,
Stiv Bators,
Avey Tare,
Cecil Taylor,
The Techniques,
Dark Day,
Alice Coltrane,
Albert Ayler,
Chrome,
Junior Murvin,
The Durutti Column,
Wasted Youth,
The Cramps,
Joyce Sims,
Banda Bassotti,
Youth Brigade,
Monks,
Unrelated Segments,
Cheater Slicks,
La Düsseldorf,
Bill Wells,
LL Cool J,
Scion,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.