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 Romania and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Blancmange to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Smog,
ABBA,
Delta 5,
Sun City Girls,
John Coltrane,
Kerri Chandler,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Real Kids,
Pulsallama,
Little Man,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Colin Newman,
Lebanon Hanover,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crime,
The Toasters,
Max Romeo,
A Certain Ratio,
Main Source,
The Fortunes,
Sixth Finger,
Jerry's Kids,
48th St. Collective,
Youth Brigade,
Soft Machine,
Livin' Joy,
The Mummies,
Black Sheep,
Television Personalities,
Pussy Galore,
Harry Pussy,
Bill Near,
Althea and Donna,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
MDC,
Qualms,
Franke,
Heaven 17,
Throbbing Gristle,
Procol Harum,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grey Daturas,
Aaron Thompson,
Rufus Thomas,
JFA,
Big Daddy Kane,
Faust,
Wolf Eyes,
Animal Collective,
Desert Stars,
PIL,
Ronnie Foster,
Stetsasonic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mo-Dettes,
Brick,
The Victims,
Gerry Rafferty,
Arthur Verocai,
The Knickerbockers,
John Foxx,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.