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 Rwanda and from Glasgow.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron 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 Technova to the rap 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
John Foxx,
New Age Steppers,
Oblivians,
Brick,
New York Dolls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brand Nubian,
Hasil Adkins,
Thee Headcoats,
Gerry Rafferty,
Livin' Joy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lalo Schifrin,
Radiohead,
Goldenarms,
Mantronix,
T.S.O.L.,
the Human League,
Groovy Waters,
Sam Rivers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Desert Stars,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ronan,
Stiv Bators,
Franke,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Excepter,
Nico,
Porter Ricks,
Model 500,
Glenn Branca,
Black Pus,
Siglo XX,
Junior Murvin,
Underground Resistance,
Stereo Dub,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Quantec,
Iggy Pop,
The Moleskins,
Organ,
Soft Cell,
Newcleus,
The Monochrome Set,
Reagan Youth,
Erykah Badu,
Kerri Chandler,
AZ,
Lindisfarne,
Lower 48,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Index,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.