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 Thailand and from Manila.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Niagra,
Depeche Mode,
Marine Girls,
Dennis Brown,
Glenn Branca,
The Invisible,
Delon & Dalcan,
Trumans Water,
Tim Buckley,
The Dirtbombs,
Robert Hood,
Public Image Ltd.,
Carl Craig,
The Blues Magoos,
Magazine,
R.M.O.,
L. Decosne,
June of 44,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brick,
Magma,
Lyres,
The Cowsills,
Avey Tare,
Rhythm & Sound,
ABC,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brass Construction,
Duran Duran,
Swell Maps,
DNA,
The Monks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Flash Fearless,
Bob Dylan,
Lee Hazlewood,
OOIOO,
Dead Boys,
Juan Atkins,
The Star Department,
The Music Machine,
Tomorrow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roger Hodgson,
The Skatalites,
Goldenarms,
Jerry's Kids,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Vladislav Delay,
the Slits,
Nik Kershaw,
Leonard Cohen,
Kayak,
Radiohead,
Donny Hathaway,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cure,
Second Layer,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Peter and Kerry,
Mary Jane Girls,
Talk Talk,
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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.