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 Swaziland and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Tommy Roe,
Ronnie Foster,
Ice-T,
Kas Product,
Grauzone,
Man Parrish,
Fear,
KRS-One,
Joe Smooth,
Pantytec,
Yaz,
Smog,
Zero Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Q and Not U,
Cymande,
Subhumans,
Talk Talk,
Brand Nubian,
The Techniques,
Heaven 17,
Urselle,
June of 44,
Agitation Free,
Bad Manners,
The Vogues,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hardrive,
David Bowie,
Royal Trux,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Derrick May,
Thee Headcoats,
The Names,
The Tremeloes,
Ultra Naté,
Skaos,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Terry Callier,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ossler,
The Gladiators,
The Monochrome Set,
Sam Rivers,
Piero Umiliani,
Deepchord,
The Saints,
Negative Approach,
Qualms,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kurtis Blow,
The Leaves,
The Blues Magoos,
Loose Ends,
The Busters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Surgeon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.