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 Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Q and Not U to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Average White Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scan 7,
Graham Central Station,
Q and Not U,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eric Copeland,
Curtis Mayfield,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Al Stewart,
Nik Kershaw,
Funky Four + One,
PIL,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Barracudas,
David Axelrod,
Unrelated Segments,
The Shadows of Knight,
Zapp,
Thee Headcoats,
Wally Richardson,
X-101,
The Invisible,
Warsaw,
Con Funk Shun,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
ABC,
The Slackers,
Index,
Tommy Roe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Howard Jones,
The Cowsills,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Television,
Radio Birdman,
Moss Icon,
Essential Logic,
the Human League,
Circle Jerks,
The Grass Roots,
Pulsallama,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cramps,
The Index,
Gang Starr,
John Lydon,
Peter & Gordon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DNA,
Pierre Henry,
Hoover,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dark Day,
Peter and Kerry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Iggy Pop,
Intrusion,
Bill Near,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.