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 Djibouti and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord 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 X-102 to the crunk 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
a-ha,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Easy Going,
Pole,
Pierre Henry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Franke,
Hoover,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Agitation Free,
Andrew Hill,
Das Ding,
The Skatalites,
The United States of America,
The Slackers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Main Source,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Basic Channel,
EPMD,
Sight & Sound,
Lakeside,
Yazoo,
Boredoms,
Monks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Vainqueur,
The Mummies,
Kurtis Blow,
Absolute Body Control,
The Durutti Column,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Sound,
The Remains,
China Crisis,
Erykah Badu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Glenn Branca,
DNA,
Harry Pussy,
Moby Grape,
Hot Snakes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bad Manners,
Saccharine Trust,
Malaria!,
Toni Rubio,
Zero Boys,
One Last Wish,
Robert Görl,
Charles Mingus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Echospace,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Skriet,
The Trojans,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.