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 San Marino and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Echospace to the rap 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Symarip,
Soulsonic Force,
The Stooges,
The Mummies,
Little Man,
Gabor Szabo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sight & Sound,
Anakelly,
Procol Harum,
Pagans,
Television Personalities,
Inner City,
Motorama,
Colin Newman,
the Association,
Avey Tare,
Robert Wyatt,
the Slits,
kango's stein massive,
Flipper,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The United States of America,
Godley & Creme,
The Misunderstood,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cramps,
Tres Demented,
Dark Day,
Altered Images,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Robert Görl,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Happenings,
Radiohead,
Main Source,
Rod Modell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marc Almond,
The Victims,
Niagra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Los Fastidios,
Darondo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Johnny Clarke,
The Electric Prunes,
Juan Atkins,
Todd Rundgren,
The Selecter,
Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aural Exciters,
Henry Cow,
Shoche,
Soft Machine,
The Blackbyrds,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.