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 Nauru and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 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 Whodini to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Sherman,
OOIOO,
Sonic Youth,
CMW,
Grauzone,
Tubeway Army,
Kerri Chandler,
The Evens,
Rotary Connection,
DJ Style,
Von Mondo,
Flash Fearless,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Standells,
Marmalade,
Grey Daturas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Cowsills,
Lakeside,
Circle Jerks,
Jerry's Kids,
The Sound,
The Doors,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nas,
Royal Trux,
Franke,
Talk Talk,
Glenn Branca,
Davy DMX,
Kas Product,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mad Mike,
Ultra Naté,
Morten Harket,
Aswad,
Yazoo,
Qualms,
Half Japanese,
Graham Central Station,
Ultravox,
The Monks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Juan Atkins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Guru Guru,
Mo-Dettes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
UT,
Anthony Braxton,
The Blackbyrds,
Piero Umiliani,
The Seeds,
a-ha,
The Grass Roots,
Bronski Beat,
The Gun Club,
Bill Wells,
Joyce Sims,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.