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 Montenegro and from Lyon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Ken Boothe,
The Neon Judgement,
Steve Hackett,
The Smoke,
Easy Going,
Alice Coltrane,
Q65,
In Retrospect,
Silicon Teens,
Erykah Badu,
the Normal,
LL Cool J,
Unwound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wally Richardson,
Thee Headcoats,
Mo-Dettes,
Tears for Fears,
Scrapy,
Arthur Verocai,
Delta 5,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Angels of Light,
The Knickerbockers,
Eddi Front,
Matthew Bourne,
Kayak,
Los Fastidios,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
T. Rex,
The Stooges,
Kool Moe Dee,
Supertramp,
Gastr Del Sol,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Techniques,
Bronski Beat,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Sonics,
Basic Channel,
the Association,
The Pop Group,
Black Bananas,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Byrd,
Outsiders,
Soulsonic Force,
Albert Ayler,
Maurizio,
Lungfish,
Warren Ellis,
Godley & Creme,
Saccharine Trust,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Altered Images,
The Walker Brothers,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.