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 Afghanistan and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Eddi Front,
Howard Jones,
CMW,
Alice Coltrane,
Grauzone,
Lou Christie,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Associates,
Bluetip,
David Axelrod,
Eden Ahbez,
Kerrie Biddell,
Depeche Mode,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Infiniti,
Qualms,
Yusef Lateef,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Toasters,
Oneida,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Trojans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hardrive,
Throbbing Gristle,
Von Mondo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fad Gadget,
Monks,
Youth Brigade,
Groovy Waters,
Crooked Eye,
Inner City,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roger Hodgson,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Red Krayola,
Delta 5,
Silicon Teens,
Judy Mowatt,
Procol Harum,
Bronski Beat,
Yaz,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grey Daturas,
Tim Buckley,
Joe Finger,
Morten Harket,
Icehouse,
The Walker Brothers,
Deadbeat,
KRS-One,
Bauhaus,
Joe Smooth,
kango's stein massive,
John Lydon,
Danielle Patucci,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.