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 Jordan and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Blancmange to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
The Happenings,
John Coltrane,
Sällskapet,
Althea and Donna,
Simply Red,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hardrive,
Kas Product,
Bob Dylan,
E-Dancer,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scan 7,
Pierre Henry,
Reuben Wilson,
Tropical Tobacco,
MDC,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang Green,
Lindisfarne,
Stereo Dub,
T. Rex,
Marc Almond,
John Foxx,
Dawn Penn,
The Wake,
Theoretical Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Babytalk,
The Modern Lovers,
Nas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Connie Case,
Silicon Teens,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Names,
Loose Ends,
Niagra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Bar-Kays,
Rotary Connection,
Roy Ayers,
Joe Smooth,
The United States of America,
The Gladiators,
Oneida,
Tim Buckley,
Morten Harket,
The Durutti Column,
Rosa Yemen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sugar Minott,
ABC,
Echospace,
the Soft Cell,
Pylon,
Livin' Joy,
Pole,
Aural Exciters,
Frankie Knuckles,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.