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 Sierra Leone and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Gang Starr,
Yaz,
The Cowsills,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sister Nancy,
Junior Murvin,
The Young Rascals,
Johnny Osbourne,
Amon Düül II,
Gang Gang Dance,
La Düsseldorf,
Sex Pistols,
The Pretty Things,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
This Heat,
The Dave Clark Five,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Juan Atkins,
Funky Four + One,
Henry Cow,
Lungfish,
Soul II Soul,
the Bar-Kays,
the Germs,
Barbara Tucker,
Matthew Halsall,
Young Marble Giants,
Roger Hodgson,
OOIOO,
Reagan Youth,
The Gladiators,
Outsiders,
Ice-T,
Man Parrish,
Rites of Spring,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alton Ellis,
Lakeside,
Ultravox,
Charles Mingus,
Minnie Riperton,
Bluetip,
Subhumans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Frankie Knuckles,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dirtbombs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eric Copeland,
Skaos,
Quadrant,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Negative Approach,
Vladislav Delay,
John Cale,
Blossom Toes,
Al Stewart,
The Neon Judgement,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.