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 Armenia and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Television Personalities to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Jeff Mills,
Eric Dolphy,
Underground Resistance,
Mandrill,
Girls At Our Best!,
Essential Logic,
Unrelated Segments,
Vladislav Delay,
The Five Americans,
Brand Nubian,
The Music Machine,
James White and The Blacks,
La Düsseldorf,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Sherman,
Josef K,
Half Japanese,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scan 7,
Rekid,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jesper Dahlback,
Flipper,
10cc,
Panda Bear,
Chris & Cosey,
Zapp,
Clear Light,
Surgeon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Mummies,
DJ Style,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joyce Sims,
The Monks,
Jacques Brel,
Roxette,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wolf Eyes,
Saccharine Trust,
Cameo,
Young Marble Giants,
Brick,
Moss Icon,
Hoover,
T.S.O.L.,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fortunes,
Prince Buster,
Freddie Wadling,
Al Stewart,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.