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 Guinea and from Woodstock.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Barracudas to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Gastr Del Sol,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Maurizio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dark Day,
Fat Boys,
Silicon Teens,
the Soft Cell,
Sam Rivers,
Lungfish,
Das Ding,
Whodini,
Quando Quango,
One Last Wish,
The Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Steve Hackett,
Alphaville,
Dual Sessions,
Rakim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Glambeats Corp.,
Unrelated Segments,
Erasure,
The Monochrome Set,
Eli Mardock,
Prince Buster,
Curtis Mayfield,
PIL,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Depeche Mode,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eric Dolphy,
Donald Byrd,
Suburban Knight,
Rotary Connection,
Popol Vuh,
Smog,
Althea and Donna,
Moby Grape,
Theoretical Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Grass Roots,
Anakelly,
Gichy Dan,
Average White Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Blancmange,
Drexciya,
The Kinks,
Toni Rubio,
Peter and Kerry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cure,
Kerrie Biddell,
New Order,
Boogie Down Productions,
The American Breed,
The Smoke,
Gabor Szabo,
Fluxion,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.