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 Lesotho and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 E-Dancer 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Piero Umiliani,
One Last Wish,
kango's stein massive,
Barrington Levy,
Sam Rivers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
David Axelrod,
Vainqueur,
Porter Ricks,
Black Flag,
Wally Richardson,
H. Thieme,
Tubeway Army,
A Certain Ratio,
Whodini,
Ossler,
Wire,
Scion,
Rufus Thomas,
Yusef Lateef,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Holt,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sugar Minott,
Avey Tare,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Misunderstood,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Drexciya,
Henry Cow,
The Music Machine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Absolute Body Control,
Spandau Ballet,
Graham Central Station,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Malaria!,
The Smiths,
Harmonia,
the Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang Gang Dance,
Prince Buster,
Aural Exciters,
Charles Mingus,
Janne Schatter,
Hashim,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mad Mike,
X-101,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.