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 Austria and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 güiro 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 Davy DMX to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Alice Coltrane,
Cymande,
ABC,
Minor Threat,
Easy Going,
Ludus,
Absolute Body Control,
Barry Ungar,
Godley & Creme,
Funkadelic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Model 500,
Young Marble Giants,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alton Ellis,
Dead Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Velvet Underground,
Roxette,
The Move,
Eurythmics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brick,
Harpers Bizarre,
48th St. Collective,
Jerry's Kids,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dave Gahan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Moss Icon,
Fela Kuti,
Slave,
Erykah Badu,
The Names,
The Gap Band,
Lindisfarne,
Cybotron,
Robert Hood,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Standells,
Ornette Coleman,
James White and The Blacks,
Chris Corsano,
Rod Modell,
Qualms,
The Mummies,
Animal Collective,
The Birthday Party,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Television,
The Fall,
Visage,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang Starr,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.