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 Botswana and from London.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 Gang Gang Dance to the electroclash 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
The Electric Prunes,
Scan 7,
Gerry Rafferty,
Yusef Lateef,
Carl Craig,
The Skatalites,
Tubeway Army,
New Order,
Quantec,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sandy B,
The Slits,
Khruangbin,
EPMD,
Junior Murvin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Monks,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Doors,
Drive Like Jehu,
The New Christs,
Ituana,
KRS-One,
The Pop Group,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Byrd,
Howard Jones,
F. McDonald,
Donny Hathaway,
Ornette Coleman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Andrew Hill,
Johnny Clarke,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rod Modell,
Metal Thangz,
John Coltrane,
Pere Ubu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang Starr,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pole,
Royal Trux,
Rapeman,
John Cale,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rakim,
Simply Red,
Oblivians,
The Invisible,
Can,
Avey Tare,
Surgeon,
Minor Threat,
Erykah Badu,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.