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 Mexico and from Copenhagen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Make Up to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
June of 44,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Josef K,
the Germs,
Trumans Water,
Das Ding,
Echospace,
Monolake,
Rod Modell,
The Star Department,
Symarip,
David Axelrod,
Bauhaus,
The Misunderstood,
Ohio Players,
Intrusion,
The Neon Judgement,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Grass Roots,
Eli Mardock,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Radiohead,
the Sonics,
Au Pairs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Bar-Kays,
Sandy B,
Scratch Acid,
Gang Starr,
Mr. Review,
Bill Wells,
Soft Cell,
Stereo Dub,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Tremeloes,
The Associates,
Yusef Lateef,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Christie,
The Move,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Steve Hackett,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
New Order,
Underground Resistance,
The Angels of Light,
Kas Product,
Aural Exciters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brick,
The Last Poets,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pantaleimon,
The Knickerbockers,
Bootsy Collins,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.