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 Canada and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Big Daddy Kane to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Minnie Riperton,
Johnny Clarke,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
T.S.O.L.,
LL Cool J,
Black Flag,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Man Parrish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camouflage,
Schoolly D,
The Doobie Brothers,
Andrew Hill,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Massinfluence,
The Slits,
MDC,
Tim Buckley,
Brick,
Swans,
Banda Bassotti,
Letta Mbulu,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mad Mike,
Aural Exciters,
The Doors,
Magma,
Aloha Tigers,
Aswad,
Harmonia,
Chris Corsano,
China Crisis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joe Smooth,
June of 44,
Motorama,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Thee Headcoats,
Panda Bear,
Wings,
EPMD,
The Durutti Column,
Boredoms,
Fat Boys,
Q and Not U,
The Remains,
Silicon Teens,
Jeru the Damaja,
Vladislav Delay,
Pylon,
Minny Pops,
Blancmange,
Essential Logic,
Morten Harket,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.