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 Philippines and from Manila.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 PIL to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
John Foxx,
EPMD,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bad Manners,
Rod Modell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Prince Buster,
Nirvana,
Smog,
Scientists,
Fluxion,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
One Last Wish,
The Saints,
Average White Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Christie,
Q and Not U,
Flash Fearless,
The Fortunes,
Rakim,
The Birthday Party,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Arab on Radar,
Liliput,
Second Layer,
Eric Dolphy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Human League,
The Star Department,
Matthew Bourne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
T. Rex,
The Remains,
Scott Walker,
Public Enemy,
Moss Icon,
The New Christs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Magma,
Echospace,
Byron Stingily,
Brand Nubian,
Minutemen,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nils Olav,
Loose Ends,
Monks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gladiators,
The Raincoats,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Invisible,
The Gories,
Mr. Review,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.