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 Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Swell Maps to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Roger Hodgson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Index,
Magma,
Slave,
Mr. Review,
Black Moon,
The Dead C,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scan 7,
Mantronix,
Dawn Penn,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Mojo Men,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Country Teasers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cramps,
The Kinks,
Vladislav Delay,
Half Japanese,
Chrome,
The Remains,
X-101,
Hot Snakes,
Eve St. Jones,
Moss Icon,
The Gladiators,
David Bowie,
The Happenings,
Whodini,
Talk Talk,
Lou Christie,
Kurtis Blow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sun City Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Depeche Mode,
Bootsy Collins,
Trumans Water,
The Human League,
New Age Steppers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joensuu 1685,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sandy B,
Massinfluence,
the Association,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gichy Dan,
The Neon Judgement,
Soft Cell,
Stiv Bators,
Cybotron,
Kas Product,
Q and Not U,
Donny Hathaway,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.