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 Paraguay and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator 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 Bob Dylan to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
The Durutti Column,
Ohio Players,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cluster,
The Golliwogs,
The Fall,
Bad Manners,
E-Dancer,
Public Enemy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Masters at Work,
Cal Tjader,
Derrick Morgan,
June Days,
Smog,
James White and The Blacks,
Nas,
MDC,
F. McDonald,
Hashim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jeff Lynne,
The Red Krayola,
the Soft Cell,
Zero Boys,
Radiohead,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fortunes,
Blossom Toes,
Scion,
Erykah Badu,
Darondo,
Joe Finger,
Alice Coltrane,
the Slits,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kurtis Blow,
Index,
Essential Logic,
Accadde A,
Metal Thangz,
Tres Demented,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soulsonic Force,
Massinfluence,
June of 44,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gap Band,
New York Dolls,
Mo-Dettes,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cowsills,
La Düsseldorf,
The Angels of Light,
Roger Hodgson,
MC5,
Kool Moe Dee,
In Retrospect,
The Gladiators,
Pierre Henry,
a-ha,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.