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 Monaco and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Scrapy,
Lindisfarne,
Siglo XX,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang Green,
Hasil Adkins,
Maleditus Sound,
The Buckinghams,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wasted Youth,
Alton Ellis,
Laurel Aitken,
Bronski Beat,
Kerri Chandler,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Lydon,
The Gap Band,
Tres Demented,
LL Cool J,
Stiv Bators,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Bananas,
Josef K,
Crime,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Spoonie Gee,
Agent Orange,
Youth Brigade,
Danielle Patucci,
Surgeon,
The Misunderstood,
Magma,
OOIOO,
Gang Starr,
Urselle,
Stetsasonic,
Minutemen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Coltrane,
Davy DMX,
Bluetip,
Masters at Work,
Massinfluence,
World's Most,
Jeff Mills,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tommy Roe,
Banda Bassotti,
Soft Cell,
The Red Krayola,
Sun Ra,
Cheater Slicks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Blossom Toes,
Con Funk Shun,
Public Enemy,
CMW,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.