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 Greece and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Red Krayola to the funk 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
China Crisis,
Soulsonic Force,
Juan Atkins,
LL Cool J,
Goldenarms,
Main Source,
Japan,
David McCallum,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Move,
The Neon Judgement,
Marc Almond,
Arthur Verocai,
R.M.O.,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fuzztones,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dark Day,
The New Christs,
Wally Richardson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crime,
Can,
Eli Mardock,
The Blackbyrds,
Vladislav Delay,
Boogie Down Productions,
Moebius,
X-101,
FM Einheit,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Unrelated Segments,
Morten Harket,
DNA,
Amazonics,
Blancmange,
Visage,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Television,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Smoke,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Schoolly D,
Anakelly,
Cluster,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Althea and Donna,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minnie Riperton,
Stockholm Monsters,
Slick Rick,
The Last Poets,
Sandy B,
Radiohead,
Negative Approach,
The Saints,
Brick,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.