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 Fiji and from Lagos.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator 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 Tres Demented to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
These Immortal Souls,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Grass Roots,
Reuben Wilson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sparks,
Sixth Finger,
Aloha Tigers,
Q65,
Drexciya,
Moss Icon,
Scott Walker,
Agent Orange,
the Germs,
Loose Ends,
Ronan,
Radio Birdman,
Camouflage,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Malaria!,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tubeway Army,
Carl Craig,
Qualms,
The American Breed,
Pantytec,
The Human League,
Tres Demented,
Marc Almond,
Infiniti,
Kool Moe Dee,
Liliput,
Eurythmics,
Stiv Bators,
Freddie Wadling,
Schoolly D,
The Velvet Underground,
The Shadows of Knight,
Avey Tare,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roger Hodgson,
The Pop Group,
Barry Ungar,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lakeside,
Cecil Taylor,
The Knickerbockers,
Public Enemy,
Letta Mbulu,
Inner City,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Fraelich,
Yazoo,
Stereo Dub,
Fluxion,
Jandek,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Last Poets,
Harry Pussy,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.