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 Chad and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Angry Samoans to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
New Age Steppers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crash Course in Science,
World's Most,
Fear,
Scientists,
The Kinks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Index,
The Martian,
Eddi Front,
Second Layer,
D'Angelo,
Funkadelic,
the Soft Cell,
Spoonie Gee,
Matthew Bourne,
Marine Girls,
Nils Olav,
Altered Images,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Buckinghams,
Icehouse,
MC5,
Mantronix,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Normal,
Judy Mowatt,
Soul II Soul,
James White and The Blacks,
Marc Almond,
Minny Pops,
Scan 7,
The Red Krayola,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Davy DMX,
The Slackers,
Saccharine Trust,
The Young Rascals,
Model 500,
Mission of Burma,
Von Mondo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Symarip,
EPMD,
Thompson Twins,
Pylon,
John Lydon,
Television,
Black Flag,
The Residents,
the Association,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tres Demented,
The Busters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.