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 South Africa and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Roxy Music to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Intrusion,
Flash Fearless,
Erasure,
Von Mondo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joe Finger,
Supertramp,
The Fortunes,
The Young Rascals,
The Names,
Sam Rivers,
the Slits,
Spandau Ballet,
Trumans Water,
Davy DMX,
The Zeros,
48th St. Collective,
The Real Kids,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Youth Brigade,
Skarface,
Malaria!,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stereo Dub,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
kango's stein massive,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dawn Penn,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Searchers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Electric Prunes,
Sällskapet,
The Victims,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Derrick Morgan,
T. Rex,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Sonics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Godley & Creme,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Red Krayola,
The Saints,
Organ,
The Standells,
Brand Nubian,
Marvin Gaye,
Stiv Bators,
F. McDonald,
Minnie Riperton,
Fad Gadget,
the Swans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
B.T. Express,
OOIOO,
D'Angelo,
Jawbox,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.