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 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eric Copeland to the funk 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Accadde A,
Silicon Teens,
Wire,
Janne Schatter,
Reagan Youth,
Peter & Gordon,
Pole,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minor Threat,
Kenny Larkin,
Sarah Menescal,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Grey Daturas,
The Skatalites,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Amon Düül,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sugar Minott,
Siglo XX,
Johnny Clarke,
Ponytail,
Make Up,
Lyres,
David Axelrod,
Cymande,
Boz Scaggs,
X-102,
Alphaville,
World's Most,
Interpol,
Funkadelic,
Todd Terry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Das Ding,
This Heat,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Offenders,
The Slackers,
Radio Birdman,
Slave,
Shuggie Otis,
The Happenings,
Lou Christie,
The Five Americans,
Andrew Hill,
Bang On A Can,
Flash Fearless,
Joy Division,
New Age Steppers,
Yusef Lateef,
Kas Product,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Womack,
Infiniti,
The Blues Magoos,
Depeche Mode,
Crime,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
June of 44,
The Human League,
Ken Boothe,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.