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 Uzbekistan and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Erasure to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Panda Bear,
Sugar Minott,
Blancmange,
James White and The Blacks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tomorrow,
Grauzone,
Severed Heads,
Alton Ellis,
Can,
Hashim,
Babytalk,
Ten City,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Duran Duran,
Blossom Toes,
Minnie Riperton,
Althea and Donna,
The Golliwogs,
Bad Manners,
Dave Gahan,
David Axelrod,
The Fuzztones,
The Vogues,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Smog,
Cal Tjader,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Bananas,
The Residents,
Michelle Simonal,
Jeff Mills,
Amon Düül,
Harry Pussy,
Lyres,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jawbox,
D'Angelo,
Mr. Review,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Todd Terry,
John Foxx,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Reed,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Glenn Branca,
Scion,
Thee Headcoats,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Skatalites,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
One Last Wish,
The Velvet Underground,
Brothers Johnson,
These Immortal Souls,
Bluetip,
Brass Construction,
Television Personalities,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.