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 Suriname and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Black Dice to the funk 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Camouflage,
Bluetip,
Von Mondo,
Silicon Teens,
Steve Hackett,
Swell Maps,
Absolute Body Control,
The Grass Roots,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Laurel Aitken,
Symarip,
The Music Machine,
Crooked Eye,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Organ,
The Doors,
Blossom Toes,
Fela Kuti,
Connie Case,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gregory Isaacs,
Essential Logic,
Ronan,
The Monochrome Set,
Shoche,
Amon Düül,
Deadbeat,
Colin Newman,
The Real Kids,
Amazonics,
Siglo XX,
Lungfish,
The Golliwogs,
Zero Boys,
Sandy B,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Josef K,
the Sonics,
Television Personalities,
AZ,
Amon Düül II,
John Holt,
The Electric Prunes,
Barbara Tucker,
Intrusion,
ABBA,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aloha Tigers,
Technova,
Tears for Fears,
The Fuzztones,
Wally Richardson,
The Fall,
The Happenings,
Kaleidoscope,
Slave,
JFA,
Guru Guru,
Chris & Cosey,
Yazoo,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.