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 Mauritania and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Terry Callier,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Trumans Water,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fortunes,
Intrusion,
Sun Ra,
Amazonics,
Symarip,
Fear,
Archie Shepp,
New Age Steppers,
Marvin Gaye,
The Smoke,
Ronnie Foster,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stiv Bators,
Wings,
Sun City Girls,
The American Breed,
Yaz,
Outsiders,
X-Ray Spex,
Tears for Fears,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Erykah Badu,
Babytalk,
The Young Rascals,
Roy Ayers,
Rufus Thomas,
Hashim,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pulsallama,
Prince Buster,
CMW,
Ornette Coleman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Neu!,
Crispy Ambulance,
Amon Düül II,
Tomorrow,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Slits,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joe Finger,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Dead C,
Electric Prunes,
The Residents,
48th St. Collective,
Q and Not U,
Icehouse,
Judy Mowatt,
The Doobie Brothers,
Desert Stars,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mo-Dettes,
T. Rex,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.