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 Qatar and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Vainqueur to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Prince Buster,
The Evens,
The New Christs,
Radiohead,
Agent Orange,
Talk Talk,
The Smoke,
Ultimate Spinach,
Audionom,
Popol Vuh,
Marshall Jefferson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sparks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Names,
MDC,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Skatalites,
a-ha,
The Offenders,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Foxx,
Althea and Donna,
Nico,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Soft Cell,
Make Up,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Simply Red,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yusef Lateef,
Drexciya,
Interpol,
Dead Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roxette,
The Monks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
10cc,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Howard Jones,
Tres Demented,
Barclay James Harvest,
Thee Headcoats,
Panda Bear,
Blancmange,
Idris Muhammad,
The Misunderstood,
Marc Almond,
ABC,
The Modern Lovers,
Gabor Szabo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eurythmics,
Piero Umiliani,
The Count Five,
JFA,
Kaleidoscope,
Rakim,
Dawn Penn,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deadbeat,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.