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 Cambodia and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet 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 Howard Jones to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Metal Thangz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jimmy McGriff,
cv313,
Public Enemy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Vainqueur,
Q and Not U,
Charles Mingus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kaleidoscope,
The Victims,
Accadde A,
Whodini,
John Coltrane,
Bush Tetras,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joensuu 1685,
Arthur Verocai,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultravox,
Aswad,
Jawbox,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Spandau Ballet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Barracudas,
Lou Christie,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nation of Ulysses,
Second Layer,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ludus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bad Manners,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jerry's Kids,
Groovy Waters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pussy Galore,
Avey Tare,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Outsiders,
The Motions,
Joey Negro,
X-Ray Spex,
Dawn Penn,
Suburban Knight,
The Misunderstood,
Mars,
Black Sheep,
Fear,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hashim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.