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 Sri Lanka and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
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 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 Sound Behaviour to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Carl Craig,
New York Dolls,
Yaz,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang Starr,
Gabor Szabo,
DJ Sneak,
Jandek,
Index,
The Techniques,
The Cowsills,
Con Funk Shun,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Inner City,
Don Cherry,
DNA,
Country Teasers,
Young Marble Giants,
The Invisible,
Connie Case,
Gichy Dan,
The New Christs,
Eric Copeland,
Traffic Nightmare,
Negative Approach,
Audionom,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Public Image Ltd.,
Juan Atkins,
Frankie Knuckles,
New Age Steppers,
Lalann,
Main Source,
B.T. Express,
The Star Department,
Morten Harket,
the Sonics,
Tom Boy,
Andrew Hill,
Danielle Patucci,
Erasure,
Mo-Dettes,
Hoover,
Black Bananas,
Excepter,
Graham Central Station,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Skaos,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scrapy,
Stetsasonic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Average White Band,
Essential Logic,
The Stooges,
The Smoke,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.