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 Togo and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Pet Shop Boys to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jacques Brel,
Prince Buster,
The Mighty Diamonds,
In Retrospect,
The Sonics,
Trumans Water,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Agitation Free,
Excepter,
Mary Jane Girls,
DJ Style,
Suicide,
Pussy Galore,
Idris Muhammad,
Iggy Pop,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Grass Roots,
Arab on Radar,
Skaos,
Bauhaus,
The Zeros,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wasted Youth,
Mark Hollis,
Bootsy Collins,
Dead Boys,
Black Moon,
Guru Guru,
Supertramp,
The Evens,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eric Copeland,
The Velvet Underground,
Los Fastidios,
E-Dancer,
Second Layer,
Average White Band,
Swans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultravox,
Josef K,
Aswad,
The Remains,
Roxette,
Maurizio,
UT,
Public Enemy,
Boredoms,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pere Ubu,
The Monochrome Set,
Delta 5,
48th St. Collective,
Gang of Four,
Maleditus Sound,
Ice-T,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eric Dolphy,
Sun City Girls,
the Germs,
Marc Almond,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.