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 Israel and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 Sparks to the disco 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Sherman,
Kerri Chandler,
Albert Ayler,
Donald Byrd,
Cybotron,
Charles Mingus,
Faust,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Electric Prunes,
Animal Collective,
The Young Rascals,
Dual Sessions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Buckinghams,
X-102,
Boz Scaggs,
Essential Logic,
Morten Harket,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Maurizio,
Patti Smith,
The Fire Engines,
Prince Buster,
Masters at Work,
Sister Nancy,
The Raincoats,
Eurythmics,
Byron Stingily,
The Blues Magoos,
Suicide,
The Gladiators,
The Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
The Walker Brothers,
Godley & Creme,
Grauzone,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Chris Corsano,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Five Americans,
James White and The Blacks,
Rufus Thomas,
The Real Kids,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Josef K,
Shuggie Otis,
The Slackers,
The Kinks,
T.S.O.L.,
Brick,
The Monks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Andrew Hill,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.