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 Guinea-Bissau and from Manila.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rapeman to the grime 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
AZ,
Boogie Down Productions,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Sherman,
Maleditus Sound,
Jacob Miller,
The Smoke,
Althea and Donna,
Visage,
Vladislav Delay,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Moss Icon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neil Young,
Ultimate Spinach,
Judy Mowatt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Last Poets,
Altered Images,
Suburban Knight,
Albert Ayler,
Patti Smith,
The Busters,
Connie Case,
Sixth Finger,
JFA,
Darondo,
Dark Day,
Bronski Beat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Warsaw,
Bluetip,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Moby Grape,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kool Moe Dee,
Das Ding,
Sällskapet,
Essential Logic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Procol Harum,
The Real Kids,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gap Band,
B.T. Express,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Todd Terry,
Gong,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pere Ubu,
Derrick May,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Toasters,
Stockholm Monsters,
T. Rex,
Harry Pussy,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.