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 Uzbekistan and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 New Age Steppers to the grunge 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Raincoats,
The Grass Roots,
The Busters,
Ronan,
Icehouse,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ornette Coleman,
Pulsallama,
Animal Collective,
Minnie Riperton,
Danielle Patucci,
Lindisfarne,
The Neon Judgement,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Drexciya,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brick,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Underground Resistance,
Blake Baxter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Bar-Kays,
The Flesh Eaters,
The New Christs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yazoo,
Slave,
Erykah Badu,
Chrome,
Little Man,
Fad Gadget,
Lakeside,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marvin Gaye,
John Cale,
Nils Olav,
Reuben Wilson,
New York Dolls,
Archie Shepp,
Joe Smooth,
Supertramp,
Letta Mbulu,
Ice-T,
Gabor Szabo,
Dual Sessions,
The Cure,
Iggy Pop,
Babytalk,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Music Machine,
Todd Rundgren,
Guru Guru,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tom Boy,
David Axelrod,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sex Pistols,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.