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 Georgia and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Pantytec,
Tom Boy,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Deakin,
Darondo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Isaac Hayes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Swans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dead Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
Public Enemy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Leonard Cohen,
Ituana,
The Birthday Party,
Clear Light,
R.M.O.,
Pagans,
The Cure,
John Coltrane,
Wasted Youth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deadbeat,
Nick Fraelich,
F. McDonald,
Joy Division,
Masters at Work,
Andrew Hill,
Audionom,
Lungfish,
MC5,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Connie Case,
The Velvet Underground,
Wire,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Erasure,
Grauzone,
Charles Mingus,
Ohio Players,
Minor Threat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Technova,
Essential Logic,
Crime,
Scion,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Talk Talk,
The Saints,
Model 500,
Subhumans,
Q and Not U,
Cameo,
Animal Collective,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fatback Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.