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 South Africa and from New York.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Girls At Our Best! to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
The Smiths,
Maurizio,
Youth Brigade,
Sandy B,
EPMD,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Star Department,
Mars,
Sugar Minott,
Eurythmics,
Hardrive,
The Real Kids,
Dark Day,
Aloha Tigers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pharoah Sanders,
a-ha,
Tres Demented,
Whodini,
Massinfluence,
DJ Style,
Deakin,
Panda Bear,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Malaria!,
Marine Girls,
The Raincoats,
Depeche Mode,
Swell Maps,
Johnny Osbourne,
OOIOO,
The Litter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
B.T. Express,
The Barracudas,
Procol Harum,
Jandek,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gun Club,
DNA,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Little Man,
Symarip,
Dual Sessions,
The Knickerbockers,
The Modern Lovers,
Johnny Clarke,
Pierre Henry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Flag,
the Germs,
The Searchers,
Isaac Hayes,
Nico,
Roger Hodgson,
Skriet,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Womack,
Gabor Szabo,
Tim Buckley,
Eric Dolphy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.