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 Edmonton.
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 Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 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 Prince Buster to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Dual Sessions,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jandek,
Kas Product,
Marine Girls,
Josef K,
Yazoo,
Amon Düül II,
The Divine Comedy,
Basic Channel,
Ice-T,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ponytail,
Aswad,
a-ha,
Main Source,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Khruangbin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yusef Lateef,
Alison Limerick,
Flash Fearless,
Q and Not U,
The Gladiators,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sight & Sound,
The Pretty Things,
Marshall Jefferson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lalann,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Girls At Our Best!,
Young Marble Giants,
Sister Nancy,
Avey Tare,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Altered Images,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Walker Brothers,
Skaos,
Sugar Minott,
Gang Green,
Fela Kuti,
Gang Gang Dance,
Slick Rick,
Arthur Verocai,
The Standells,
Quando Quango,
Soul II Soul,
Vladislav Delay,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Golliwogs,
Visage,
Peter and Kerry,
the Germs,
The Smiths,
Icehouse,
10cc,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.