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 Belize and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Radio Birdman,
Nas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sandy B,
Carl Craig,
Half Japanese,
Sunsets and Hearts,
U.S. Maple,
Fluxion,
Severed Heads,
Dennis Brown,
Neu!,
The Gladiators,
New York Dolls,
The Toasters,
Hasil Adkins,
Groovy Waters,
David McCallum,
Magazine,
Royal Trux,
Basic Channel,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Pus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joy Division,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marcia Griffiths,
Morten Harket,
Silicon Teens,
June of 44,
Oneida,
Liliput,
The Smoke,
Chris Corsano,
Peter & Gordon,
Pantaleimon,
Alton Ellis,
Johnny Clarke,
Spandau Ballet,
The Raincoats,
Kerri Chandler,
Guru Guru,
Joe Smooth,
Fat Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Moby Grape,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Theoretical Girls,
Agent Orange,
Flipper,
Bang On A Can,
Scion,
Stiv Bators,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Smiths,
JFA,
Gang of Four,
The Leaves,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.