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 Finland and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sun Ra to the grunge 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alice Coltrane,
The Stooges,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Livin' Joy,
Stereo Dub,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Slits,
Mark Hollis,
Bronski Beat,
The Barracudas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Isaac Hayes,
Television Personalities,
Wally Richardson,
Skarface,
Moss Icon,
Morten Harket,
Maurizio,
John Lydon,
Blancmange,
Connie Case,
Tres Demented,
Harpers Bizarre,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camouflage,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grauzone,
Archie Shepp,
Make Up,
The Seeds,
John Holt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Shadows of Knight,
Freddie Wadling,
Schoolly D,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Magma,
Franke,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wasted Youth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rotary Connection,
World's Most,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
MDC,
Sister Nancy,
Matthew Bourne,
Bang On A Can,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Technova,
Accadde A,
Skriet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Parry Music,
Second Layer,
David McCallum,
The Sound,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.