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 Korea South and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin 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 Alice Coltrane to the electroclash 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Black Dice,
Dawn Penn,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Agent Orange,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kayak,
The Neon Judgement,
John Foxx,
The Victims,
The Busters,
Janne Schatter,
Pylon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rufus Thomas,
Pantaleimon,
Donald Byrd,
Spoonie Gee,
PIL,
The Detroit Cobras,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alice Coltrane,
One Last Wish,
Morten Harket,
Newcleus,
Thee Headcoats,
Cybotron,
Gichy Dan,
Essential Logic,
The Gap Band,
Saccharine Trust,
The Pop Group,
Black Pus,
Howard Jones,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Blues Magoos,
Bill Near,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Germs,
The Gladiators,
Robert Hood,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mandrill,
John Coltrane,
The Monks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eli Mardock,
Hardrive,
David Bowie,
Nik Kershaw,
Rotary Connection,
Flamin' Groovies,
Heaven 17,
E-Dancer,
DJ Sneak,
Pussy Galore,
Scan 7,
Outsiders,
Motorama,
R.M.O.,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.