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 Zambia and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tears for Fears to the rap 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Masters at Work,
Iggy Pop,
The Standells,
Bobby Womack,
The Fall,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mantronix,
Reuben Wilson,
Little Man,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roger Hodgson,
Pylon,
The Barracudas,
DJ Style,
The Blues Magoos,
Eurythmics,
Donny Hathaway,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Grass Roots,
Parry Music,
The Pretty Things,
Bronski Beat,
The Buckinghams,
Terrestrial Tones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tommy Roe,
Babytalk,
Yusef Lateef,
The United States of America,
Goldenarms,
Metal Thangz,
Donald Byrd,
Bush Tetras,
New Age Steppers,
Jerry's Kids,
Loose Ends,
Joey Negro,
Tubeway Army,
Connie Case,
A Certain Ratio,
Spoonie Gee,
Neu!,
Eric Copeland,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Music Machine,
The Skatalites,
U.S. Maple,
June of 44,
Quadrant,
Toni Rubio,
EPMD,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Drexciya,
John Coltrane,
Todd Rundgren,
Bad Manners,
The Star Department,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.