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 Senegal and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Bluetip to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Johnny Clarke,
E-Dancer,
Alton Ellis,
Erasure,
Althea and Donna,
Alice Coltrane,
Aaron Thompson,
The Velvet Underground,
Robert Hood,
The Modern Lovers,
Saccharine Trust,
Joyce Sims,
Inner City,
Monolake,
The Move,
Dual Sessions,
The Stooges,
Newcleus,
The Toasters,
The Beau Brummels,
The Slits,
Deepchord,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ohio Players,
Minutemen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eddi Front,
The Searchers,
Marvin Gaye,
The Saints,
Josef K,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Bananas,
Jeff Mills,
Barclay James Harvest,
The United States of America,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mad Mike,
Swell Maps,
John Holt,
The Fortunes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Talk Talk,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Don Cherry,
Eric Copeland,
Carl Craig,
Zero Boys,
Chris Corsano,
Goldenarms,
Cluster,
Peter and Kerry,
the Normal,
Ludus,
Angry Samoans,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Smoke,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cybotron,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.