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 Jordan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 the Soft Cell to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Infiniti,
The Music Machine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Janne Schatter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Move,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
B.T. Express,
Michelle Simonal,
Monks,
The Raincoats,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Electric Prunes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jeff Mills,
The Evens,
Deakin,
Shoche,
The Fuzztones,
The Gories,
Kaleidoscope,
Television,
Dave Gahan,
Girls At Our Best!,
CMW,
X-101,
The Cowsills,
Dorothy Ashby,
Malaria!,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Last Poets,
Aaron Thompson,
Spoonie Gee,
Sixth Finger,
Slick Rick,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
K-Klass,
Desert Stars,
Organ,
Fad Gadget,
This Heat,
Tears for Fears,
Boogie Down Productions,
Swans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Skriet,
Isaac Hayes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Association,
The Grass Roots,
H. Thieme,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soft Cell,
Eli Mardock,
The Blackbyrds,
Faraquet,
Blancmange,
LL Cool J,
The Litter,
Idris Muhammad,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.