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 Armenia and from Copenhagen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Fat Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
The Mummies,
Grandmaster Flash,
Public Image Ltd.,
Yazoo,
Tres Demented,
Pagans,
Minutemen,
Bizarre Inc.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick Morgan,
Cybotron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sex Pistols,
Jacques Brel,
Chris Corsano,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang Green,
Underground Resistance,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Standells,
The Gories,
Marcia Griffiths,
Todd Terry,
Kurtis Blow,
Ponytail,
Barclay James Harvest,
Echospace,
Reagan Youth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Porter Ricks,
John Lydon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Suicide,
Slick Rick,
Bluetip,
In Retrospect,
Todd Rundgren,
Sam Rivers,
the Soft Cell,
Pulsallama,
The Doors,
Technova,
Amon Düül II,
Swans,
Second Layer,
Blake Baxter,
The Real Kids,
Circle Jerks,
The Modern Lovers,
The Raincoats,
Zero Boys,
Ronan,
Terry Callier,
Wings,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Animal Collective,
L. Decosne,
Hasil Adkins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brand Nubian,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.