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 Angola and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer 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 Scan 7 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Motorama,
The Count Five,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eddi Front,
Boz Scaggs,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Zeros,
Outsiders,
Dual Sessions,
The Grass Roots,
New York Dolls,
Siglo XX,
The Residents,
The Doors,
Harpers Bizarre,
Monks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fuzztones,
Schoolly D,
Pole,
Massinfluence,
Wally Richardson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Evens,
Soft Machine,
Lindisfarne,
Deadbeat,
AZ,
Sun City Girls,
The Slackers,
Suburban Knight,
Thompson Twins,
Archie Shepp,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sällskapet,
Kas Product,
China Crisis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Trumans Water,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Drive Like Jehu,
Man Parrish,
Scratch Acid,
The Durutti Column,
The American Breed,
The Birthday Party,
MDC,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joey Negro,
Crash Course in Science,
Young Marble Giants,
Minnie Riperton,
The Searchers,
Mantronix,
Alison Limerick,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Zero Boys,
Ituana,
Pylon,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.