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 Seychelles and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Section 25 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Tears for Fears,
Godley & Creme,
Matthew Bourne,
MDC,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gun Club,
Index,
Idris Muhammad,
Rapeman,
the Human League,
Popol Vuh,
The Blues Magoos,
Negative Approach,
Soft Cell,
The Dead C,
Howard Jones,
Al Stewart,
Television Personalities,
Make Up,
The Gories,
Soulsonic Force,
Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Derrick Morgan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Motorama,
Scan 7,
Tom Boy,
The Residents,
The New Christs,
Eurythmics,
Babytalk,
Visage,
Pharoah Sanders,
Japan,
Carl Craig,
the Swans,
Donny Hathaway,
D'Angelo,
Stetsasonic,
The Electric Prunes,
L. Decosne,
Boredoms,
Marvin Gaye,
Anakelly,
The Divine Comedy,
Lindisfarne,
Cameo,
OOIOO,
Alphaville,
The Golliwogs,
Crash Course in Science,
Fad Gadget,
Icehouse,
Nick Fraelich,
Bizarre Inc.,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
James White and The Blacks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.