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 Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Michelle Simonal to the funk 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Eve St. Jones,
Slick Rick,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Techniques,
Public Enemy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Country Teasers,
The Music Machine,
Excepter,
Grey Daturas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fear,
Gregory Isaacs,
Howard Jones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gastr Del Sol,
ABBA,
Maurizio,
Ten City,
Organ,
Marvin Gaye,
The Vogues,
Khruangbin,
Aaron Thompson,
Los Fastidios,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scientists,
Tears for Fears,
Silicon Teens,
Mad Mike,
Ponytail,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bill Near,
David Axelrod,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barrington Levy,
Tubeway Army,
Subhumans,
The Pretty Things,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Visage,
Brothers Johnson,
The Divine Comedy,
New Order,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dave Gahan,
the Soft Cell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roxette,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crash Course in Science,
Dark Day,
Bad Manners,
John Cale,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Vainqueur,
Con Funk Shun,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.