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 Maldives and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Goldenarms to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Peter and Kerry,
The Mummies,
The Music Machine,
ABBA,
Warsaw,
Eric Dolphy,
Joe Finger,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Velvet Underground,
Rotary Connection,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tommy Roe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Leonard Cohen,
Andrew Hill,
The Young Rascals,
The Gories,
Rufus Thomas,
Anthony Braxton,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Bananas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
CMW,
The Leaves,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ken Boothe,
Vladislav Delay,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stockholm Monsters,
Tim Buckley,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Juan Atkins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bronski Beat,
Peter & Gordon,
The J.B.'s,
Stetsasonic,
The Fortunes,
Bob Dylan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mo-Dettes,
Pussy Galore,
Drexciya,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Birthday Party,
Stereo Dub,
Index,
The Neon Judgement,
Eddi Front,
The Gap Band,
Sight & Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.