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 Brazil and from Lyon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Bill Wells to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Liliput,
Altered Images,
Anakelly,
Qualms,
Bronski Beat,
Das Ding,
Brick,
Bill Wells,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joy Division,
Cymande,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alice Coltrane,
AZ,
The Associates,
Ice-T,
Quando Quango,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Curtis Mayfield,
Judy Mowatt,
D'Angelo,
Main Source,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Buckinghams,
Sugar Minott,
Mars,
Black Pus,
the Slits,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sun City Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Monochrome Set,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Neu!,
Oblivians,
Kenny Larkin,
Sun Ra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marc Almond,
Reuben Wilson,
Maurizio,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Magazine,
Peter and Kerry,
Eric Dolphy,
Metal Thangz,
Lakeside,
The Index,
FM Einheit,
Todd Rundgren,
Chris Corsano,
the Germs,
kango's stein massive,
Dual Sessions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tim Buckley,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Johnny Osbourne,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.