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 Zimbabwe and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 FM Einheit to the dance 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
ABC,
Leonard Cohen,
Faust,
Motorama,
Altered Images,
Ice-T,
Jeru the Damaja,
Juan Atkins,
Bill Wells,
Sound Behaviour,
Au Pairs,
Wings,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Young Marble Giants,
Essential Logic,
China Crisis,
kango's stein massive,
Parry Music,
Shoche,
Rapeman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
B.T. Express,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Human League,
Duran Duran,
Cecil Taylor,
The Real Kids,
Joe Smooth,
The Human League,
Grauzone,
Rakim,
Liliput,
ABBA,
Funkadelic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yazoo,
Warren Ellis,
Lalann,
Faraquet,
Ken Boothe,
Bad Manners,
Tim Buckley,
Audionom,
Icehouse,
Mad Mike,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Moody Blues,
The Star Department,
Deadbeat,
T. Rex,
Bluetip,
Average White Band,
Eli Mardock,
The Wake,
The New Christs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Siglo XX,
Reagan Youth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Interpol,
Second Layer,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.