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 Nicaragua and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 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 Gang Starr to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Harmonia,
The Happenings,
T. Rex,
Tubeway Army,
Symarip,
John Holt,
Swell Maps,
Marmalade,
Urselle,
Lebanon Hanover,
Moss Icon,
Iggy Pop,
Niagra,
AZ,
Gabor Szabo,
The Tremeloes,
X-Ray Spex,
Todd Terry,
Leonard Cohen,
Underground Resistance,
Zapp,
Shoche,
The Modern Lovers,
These Immortal Souls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Skarface,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Grass Roots,
Country Teasers,
The Motions,
The Offenders,
Surgeon,
Fad Gadget,
The Alarm Clocks,
Intrusion,
Dual Sessions,
New Age Steppers,
Alison Limerick,
Robert Wyatt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Accadde A,
Brass Construction,
Gang Starr,
Toni Rubio,
Todd Rundgren,
La Düsseldorf,
Pet Shop Boys,
Avey Tare,
Hashim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stiv Bators,
Electric Prunes,
Monolake,
Sonny Sharrock,
Easy Going,
CMW,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Move,
Royal Trux,
Pussy Galore,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.