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 South Africa 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Niagra to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Pierre Henry,
La Düsseldorf,
Laurel Aitken,
Mission of Burma,
Talk Talk,
Anakelly,
Lyres,
Public Enemy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Reuben Wilson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Don Cherry,
Symarip,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Second Layer,
Guru Guru,
Derrick May,
The Remains,
Wings,
New Age Steppers,
the Swans,
Matthew Bourne,
The Walker Brothers,
Mad Mike,
Ice-T,
Lakeside,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Flag,
Niagra,
Bill Near,
Popol Vuh,
Television,
Fela Kuti,
Derrick Morgan,
the Bar-Kays,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gories,
The Sound,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Byrd,
Nirvana,
Gang Starr,
Kool Moe Dee,
cv313,
One Last Wish,
Buzzcocks,
Masters at Work,
Flipper,
Brass Construction,
Sugar Minott,
Scott Walker,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Michelle Simonal,
Tropical Tobacco,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jawbox,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Monks,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.