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 Czech Republic and from Toronto.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Anakelly to the crunk 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Derrick May,
Buzzcocks,
The Leaves,
Bobby Byrd,
Con Funk Shun,
Eric Copeland,
Sam Rivers,
Fugazi,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Velvet Underground,
Roy Ayers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Skatalites,
Vladislav Delay,
DJ Sneak,
Quantec,
Bush Tetras,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Skriet,
Livin' Joy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
UT,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Swell Maps,
Max Romeo,
The Mummies,
Mark Hollis,
Joe Smooth,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Hood,
Absolute Body Control,
Reuben Wilson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Make Up,
The Move,
Chris Corsano,
Ronnie Foster,
New Age Steppers,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Reed,
Marshall Jefferson,
OOIOO,
Ituana,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Young Rascals,
Glambeats Corp.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Archie Shepp,
Rapeman,
Amazonics,
Agitation Free,
Thompson Twins,
Young Marble Giants,
Erykah Badu,
Erasure,
Spandau Ballet,
Joyce Sims,
Newcleus,
Roger Hodgson,
Letta Mbulu,
Mo-Dettes,
Soft Machine,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.