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 France 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator 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 A Certain Ratio 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dual Sessions,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fortunes,
Eve St. Jones,
The Flesh Eaters,
Malaria!,
The Gap Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Sonics,
Eric Dolphy,
Theoretical Girls,
The Motions,
Interpol,
Altered Images,
Mo-Dettes,
Eli Mardock,
Drive Like Jehu,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Association,
Hot Snakes,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Christie,
Smog,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pulsallama,
The Dave Clark Five,
Oneida,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Smoke,
Cameo,
The Associates,
Camouflage,
Tres Demented,
Neil Young,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Suburban Knight,
Kas Product,
Moebius,
Moby Grape,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fear,
Simply Red,
Donald Byrd,
The Mojo Men,
Scion,
John Cale,
Jeru the Damaja,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ken Boothe,
Curtis Mayfield,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ronan,
Circle Jerks,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.