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 Vietnam and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Marmalade to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Mr. Review,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Procol Harum,
Soul II Soul,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joy Division,
Fat Boys,
The Star Department,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Swans,
Marc Almond,
Maleditus Sound,
Yellowson,
Erasure,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brick,
Sparks,
EPMD,
T. Rex,
Bronski Beat,
Supertramp,
Fela Kuti,
Spoonie Gee,
Suburban Knight,
Shoche,
Clear Light,
Frankie Knuckles,
8 Eyed Spy,
June Days,
X-Ray Spex,
Goldenarms,
Todd Terry,
The Cure,
Sex Pistols,
Connie Case,
Lakeside,
Unwound,
The Leaves,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brothers Johnson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Public Enemy,
Robert Wyatt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Qualms,
La Düsseldorf,
The Trojans,
Black Sheep,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Young Rascals,
Nation of Ulysses,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DJ Sneak,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.