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 Macedonia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Porter Ricks,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Trojans,
The Dead C,
Easy Going,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Matthew Halsall,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Chrome,
Derrick Morgan,
Wally Richardson,
Gabor Szabo,
Electric Prunes,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Remains,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Pop Group,
Bauhaus,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Blackbyrds,
Howard Jones,
Desert Stars,
Spoonie Gee,
Sun Ra,
Kas Product,
Bluetip,
Newcleus,
The New Christs,
Scan 7,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Outsiders,
Duran Duran,
E-Dancer,
Roxy Music,
Camberwell Now,
Radiohead,
Lucky Dragons,
Jacob Miller,
Althea and Donna,
Fela Kuti,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Flesh Eaters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pantytec,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minnie Riperton,
Cecil Taylor,
The Litter,
EPMD,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pet Shop Boys,
Thompson Twins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Byrd,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jerry's Kids,
The Smiths,
Idris Muhammad,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.