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 Somalia and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eric B and Rakim to the dance 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
FM Einheit,
Metal Thangz,
Spoonie Gee,
Jeff Mills,
Kerrie Biddell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Althea and Donna,
The Misunderstood,
Dark Day,
Graham Central Station,
Tomorrow,
The Index,
The Saints,
Danielle Patucci,
The Litter,
Jeff Lynne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Byrd,
Rites of Spring,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Godley & Creme,
The Beau Brummels,
The Invisible,
Mo-Dettes,
Livin' Joy,
The Slackers,
The Happenings,
Gang Green,
Motorama,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tears for Fears,
Marvin Gaye,
The Detroit Cobras,
8 Eyed Spy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hashim,
The Wake,
Sex Pistols,
Excepter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Searchers,
The Vogues,
Black Pus,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rhythm & Sound,
CMW,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grauzone,
Oneida,
La Düsseldorf,
The Real Kids,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Depeche Mode,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.