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 Ukraine and from Hong Kong.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 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 Funky Four + One to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Bauhaus,
ABC,
The Victims,
Sarah Menescal,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Loose Ends,
Tomorrow,
Absolute Body Control,
the Sonics,
Whodini,
Sight & Sound,
Radiohead,
Freddie Wadling,
Aloha Tigers,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Christie,
Mark Hollis,
Aaron Thompson,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Monochrome Set,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Spoonie Gee,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Last Poets,
Pierre Henry,
Urselle,
Neu!,
Dead Boys,
Faraquet,
The Toasters,
X-Ray Spex,
Pantytec,
Sällskapet,
Harry Pussy,
Babytalk,
Reagan Youth,
Brothers Johnson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Electric Prunes,
David McCallum,
Oblivians,
Carl Craig,
the Normal,
Prince Buster,
The Monks,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Beau Brummels,
Bootsy Collins,
Amon Düül II,
Livin' Joy,
Suicide,
Joe Smooth,
Hoover,
Cheater Slicks,
Rod Modell,
Niagra,
In Retrospect,
Girls At Our Best!,
Visage,
Tubeway Army,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.