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 Congo and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kas Product 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Basic Channel,
Tears for Fears,
Flash Fearless,
Ultra Naté,
Smog,
The Moleskins,
CMW,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Invisible,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ten City,
Theoretical Girls,
Quantec,
Al Stewart,
Maurizio,
Inner City,
Andrew Hill,
Brothers Johnson,
Janne Schatter,
Malaria!,
10cc,
John Foxx,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hoover,
The Move,
Siglo XX,
Drexciya,
Isaac Hayes,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Seeds,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pylon,
The New Christs,
Roger Hodgson,
DNA,
The Moody Blues,
The Red Krayola,
Michelle Simonal,
Roxette,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Victims,
Pagans,
Connie Case,
The Divine Comedy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Morten Harket,
Fat Boys,
Toni Rubio,
Howard Jones,
The Birthday Party,
John Holt,
Marmalade,
The Pretty Things,
The Skatalites,
The Smiths,
Aswad,
Lower 48,
Infiniti,
the Association,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.