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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Monks to the rap 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Television Personalities,
Pet Shop Boys,
Average White Band,
The Kinks,
Vladislav Delay,
Susan Cadogan,
Half Japanese,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alton Ellis,
Colin Newman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Flash Fearless,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marmalade,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Happenings,
Drexciya,
Terry Callier,
Slave,
The Residents,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Angels of Light,
Roy Ayers,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Reed,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Peter and Kerry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Freddie Wadling,
Jeff Lynne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Spoonie Gee,
Tubeway Army,
Terrestrial Tones,
Maurizio,
Connie Case,
Mission of Burma,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Move,
Bronski Beat,
Qualms,
OOIOO,
Sun City Girls,
Iggy Pop,
Adolescents,
The Zeros,
Ice-T,
Amon Düül II,
Tom Boy,
The Music Machine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ossler,
The Young Rascals,
Pantaleimon,
The Black Dice,
The Knickerbockers,
Make Up,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Don Cherry,
Moss Icon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.