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 Micronesia and from Manchester.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar 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 June of 44 to the funk 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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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 Fortunes,
Negative Approach,
This Heat,
Moss Icon,
Black Sheep,
John Cale,
Bill Wells,
The Seeds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tropical Tobacco,
Intrusion,
The Names,
Wings,
Funky Four + One,
Jacob Miller,
Bob Dylan,
Bronski Beat,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tomorrow,
The J.B.'s,
Animal Collective,
Subhumans,
ABC,
Accadde A,
The Golliwogs,
Rakim,
Davy DMX,
Ronnie Foster,
Nas,
Dennis Brown,
Tommy Roe,
Japan,
Mars,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ossler,
The Selecter,
Newcleus,
Cameo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Das Ding,
The Cure,
Bush Tetras,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hardrive,
Joyce Sims,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
AZ,
Clear Light,
Cymande,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
David McCallum,
The Modern Lovers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tubeway Army,
Franke,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Smog,
Hasil Adkins,
Reagan Youth,
Oblivians,
Arab on Radar,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Monochrome Set,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.