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 Djibouti and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Donald Fagen 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 Gregory Isaacs to the disco 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Pagans,
Lindisfarne,
Blancmange,
Sight & Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Young Marble Giants,
Carl Craig,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ohio Players,
Dawn Penn,
X-101,
The Divine Comedy,
The J.B.'s,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Womack,
Kas Product,
Harry Pussy,
Joensuu 1685,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pharoah Sanders,
kango's stein massive,
The Searchers,
The Walker Brothers,
The Slackers,
Slick Rick,
World's Most,
Peter & Gordon,
Delta 5,
These Immortal Souls,
Loose Ends,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
June Days,
Spandau Ballet,
Section 25,
Albert Ayler,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
This Heat,
Icehouse,
Michelle Simonal,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
ABC,
U.S. Maple,
Pussy Galore,
DJ Style,
The Birthday Party,
Ken Boothe,
Arab on Radar,
Ten City,
Roy Ayers,
The Names,
Skarface,
Jandek,
Maurizio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joe Finger,
Boredoms,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.