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 Fiji and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Shadows of Knight to the crunk 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tomorrow,
Moby Grape,
Wasted Youth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultra Naté,
James White and The Blacks,
Sister Nancy,
Nico,
The Red Krayola,
Lungfish,
Black Pus,
Dual Sessions,
Dawn Penn,
Parry Music,
Moebius,
Vainqueur,
Peter and Kerry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pantaleimon,
A Certain Ratio,
Arcadia,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Althea and Donna,
Das Ding,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barry Ungar,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The New Christs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Flash Fearless,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bang On A Can,
Eric Copeland,
Matthew Halsall,
Brothers Johnson,
48th St. Collective,
Harmonia,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Last Poets,
Mad Mike,
Jacob Miller,
Bill Near,
Kevin Saunderson,
Franke,
Minny Pops,
Rakim,
The Real Kids,
Minor Threat,
Blancmange,
Aswad,
Tres Demented,
Kayak,
The Move,
Rotary Connection,
The Wake,
Girls At Our Best!,
Amon Düül,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.