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 Ethiopia and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Robert Palmer 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 Smoke to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid 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?
Public Enemy,
The Music Machine,
D'Angelo,
Ronan,
David Bowie,
Rufus Thomas,
Bob Dylan,
Japan,
Dave Gahan,
Aswad,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Cale,
Gil Scott Heron,
kango's stein massive,
Aural Exciters,
Popol Vuh,
Johnny Osbourne,
Althea and Donna,
The Buckinghams,
Thee Headcoats,
Andrew Hill,
Kayak,
The Techniques,
The Slackers,
Black Sheep,
Lightning Bolt,
Livin' Joy,
T.S.O.L.,
Isaac Hayes,
The Names,
Grey Daturas,
Cybotron,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Smiths,
Monolake,
Ossler,
Faraquet,
Thompson Twins,
Gang Green,
Crooked Eye,
L. Decosne,
Fatback Band,
Dawn Penn,
Average White Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stetsasonic,
Dead Boys,
Arcadia,
Anakelly,
Rakim,
China Crisis,
Bobby Womack,
Prince Buster,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Moby Grape,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tim Buckley,
The United States of America,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.