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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Cairo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Heaven 17 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Five Americans,
Tommy Roe,
The Last Poets,
Maurizio,
Qualms,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Wake,
The Slackers,
Simply Red,
Reuben Wilson,
Matthew Halsall,
Marine Girls,
Joyce Sims,
Ituana,
Scratch Acid,
The Misunderstood,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Audionom,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Trumans Water,
The Shadows of Knight,
Boredoms,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pharoah Sanders,
Duran Duran,
Stiv Bators,
Von Mondo,
Black Flag,
Banda Bassotti,
Massinfluence,
A Certain Ratio,
Moby Grape,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Star Department,
Clear Light,
Guru Guru,
Michelle Simonal,
Royal Trux,
Prince Buster,
Niagra,
Derrick Morgan,
Porter Ricks,
Pulsallama,
Little Man,
Pantytec,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Talk Talk,
Interpol,
Pussy Galore,
New Order,
The Pretty Things,
Lungfish,
Sugar Minott,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
R.M.O.,
Nik Kershaw,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.