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 Tajikistan and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 the Soft Cell to the techno 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nils Olav,
Rapeman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thompson Twins,
Average White Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Dave Gahan,
X-101,
Aswad,
Chris Corsano,
Avey Tare,
Eve St. Jones,
PIL,
Moby Grape,
Aloha Tigers,
Jawbox,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ronnie Foster,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sandy B,
Tommy Roe,
Delon & Dalcan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rekid,
Panda Bear,
Black Flag,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Alarm Clocks,
E-Dancer,
Oneida,
K-Klass,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Amazonics,
Surgeon,
Mantronix,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mandrill,
DJ Style,
Sight & Sound,
Robert Görl,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eurythmics,
Von Mondo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Blake Baxter,
Anakelly,
Marshall Jefferson,
Monolake,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Derrick May,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Lydon,
One Last Wish,
Con Funk Shun,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.