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 Haiti and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 DJ Sneak to the rock 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
The Pop Group,
Eve St. Jones,
Dave Gahan,
Saccharine Trust,
The Flesh Eaters,
Visage,
Terrestrial Tones,
Traffic Nightmare,
Infiniti,
The Vogues,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nation of Ulysses,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Index,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deadbeat,
Charles Mingus,
The Neon Judgement,
kango's stein massive,
The Trojans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kerrie Biddell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mission of Burma,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Faraquet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stiv Bators,
Average White Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The American Breed,
Magma,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yellowson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Harmonia,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
B.T. Express,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Panda Bear,
Rites of Spring,
Niagra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mars,
Skarface,
Zero Boys,
Black Sheep,
David Axelrod,
The Seeds,
K-Klass,
Minny Pops,
Kaleidoscope,
Guru Guru,
The Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Throbbing Gristle,
Prince Buster,
Peter and Kerry,
Brothers Johnson,
Camberwell Now,
Jeff Lynne,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.