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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Spokane.
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 Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marc Almond to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Basic Channel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Buckinghams,
Darondo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
X-101,
Peter and Kerry,
Hasil Adkins,
Niagra,
Eddi Front,
Quando Quango,
Pagans,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Seeds,
Rapeman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aaron Thompson,
Brothers Johnson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Interpol,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Intrusion,
Subhumans,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minny Pops,
Arthur Verocai,
Barclay James Harvest,
Drexciya,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Residents,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cecil Taylor,
Roxy Music,
Reagan Youth,
Babytalk,
Judy Mowatt,
Neil Young,
Whodini,
Robert Hood,
Juan Atkins,
Silicon Teens,
Godley & Creme,
Bizarre Inc.,
Parry Music,
The Happenings,
the Germs,
Donny Hathaway,
Matthew Halsall,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Glenn Branca,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joe Smooth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
ABC,
Simply Red,
Surgeon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.