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 Oman and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Chris & Cosey to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Grass Roots,
The Trojans,
Bob Dylan,
Ituana,
Aloha Tigers,
Lalann,
Byron Stingily,
Second Layer,
Monolake,
Yaz,
Isaac Hayes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
China Crisis,
Aaron Thompson,
The Tremeloes,
Robert Wyatt,
Fat Boys,
Blossom Toes,
Infiniti,
Mars,
These Immortal Souls,
F. McDonald,
Graham Central Station,
Tears for Fears,
Jerry's Kids,
Cybotron,
The Mojo Men,
This Heat,
Sun Ra,
Porter Ricks,
B.T. Express,
Organ,
Lyres,
Negative Approach,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yusef Lateef,
Reagan Youth,
Tim Buckley,
The Standells,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Junior Murvin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Dead C,
Thompson Twins,
The Toasters,
Suicide,
Depeche Mode,
The Move,
Bobby Byrd,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Buckinghams,
The United States of America,
Icehouse,
Donald Byrd,
Wasted Youth,
Inner City,
Pantytec,
T.S.O.L.,
The Barracudas,
The Beau Brummels,
Magazine,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.