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 Barbados and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet 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 Jacob Miller to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Qualms,
Blake Baxter,
Fear,
Judy Mowatt,
Todd Terry,
Cymande,
Peter & Gordon,
Archie Shepp,
Donald Byrd,
Slave,
The Human League,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
LL Cool J,
Underground Resistance,
H. Thieme,
Dual Sessions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Visage,
Fluxion,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultra Naté,
Amon Düül II,
U.S. Maple,
Leonard Cohen,
Derrick Morgan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brass Construction,
The Pretty Things,
UT,
Q65,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brick,
CMW,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Thompson Twins,
Skarface,
Organ,
The Invisible,
Robert Hood,
Crime,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grauzone,
Aloha Tigers,
The Grass Roots,
Ornette Coleman,
Deakin,
Negative Approach,
Camberwell Now,
Yazoo,
Ten City,
Bizarre Inc.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Malaria!,
MC5,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.