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 Burkina and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the funk 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Todd Terry,
A Certain Ratio,
Connie Case,
Guru Guru,
Bauhaus,
Scientists,
Rekid,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lalo Schifrin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Litter,
The Saints,
Gang of Four,
Barrington Levy,
The Golliwogs,
Simply Red,
The Modern Lovers,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Holt,
Los Fastidios,
Radiopuhelimet,
Agent Orange,
Aural Exciters,
The Gories,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
JFA,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scratch Acid,
Jandek,
Soul Sonic Force,
cv313,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Toasters,
The Busters,
8 Eyed Spy,
10cc,
Eve St. Jones,
Roxy Music,
Amazonics,
Peter and Kerry,
Mo-Dettes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nation of Ulysses,
Zapp,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Moon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jimmy McGriff,
Unrelated Segments,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scrapy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fat Boys,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Pus,
Amon Düül,
Black Flag,
Arab on Radar,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.