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 Bangladesh and from Paris.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe 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 Freddie Wadling to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Max Romeo,
Danielle Patucci,
Ponytail,
Blake Baxter,
Amazonics,
The Martian,
Marvin Gaye,
Sun City Girls,
Visage,
Derrick May,
David Bowie,
The Techniques,
Stetsasonic,
Rekid,
Sparks,
Country Teasers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Human League,
Erasure,
Warsaw,
cv313,
Oblivians,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tubeway Army,
Sister Nancy,
John Cale,
Bizarre Inc.,
Second Layer,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jawbox,
Piero Umiliani,
Fela Kuti,
Deakin,
Stiv Bators,
Janne Schatter,
Jacob Miller,
Pylon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Flag,
Mission of Burma,
Cybotron,
Desert Stars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cymande,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Smoke,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sex Pistols,
The Selecter,
Flash Fearless,
Sarah Menescal,
The Mummies,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.