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 Vietnam and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Smog,
Soft Cell,
Ituana,
X-101,
Yazoo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
New York Dolls,
Whodini,
The Fall,
Sonic Youth,
The Birthday Party,
Ice-T,
Spandau Ballet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tomorrow,
Alison Limerick,
Laurel Aitken,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Soul II Soul,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Drive Like Jehu,
D'Angelo,
Guru Guru,
PIL,
Au Pairs,
Moby Grape,
Tim Buckley,
Rekid,
Boredoms,
Trumans Water,
Minny Pops,
Quadrant,
L. Decosne,
Janne Schatter,
Minor Threat,
Flamin' Groovies,
Public Enemy,
MC5,
E-Dancer,
Black Flag,
Dawn Penn,
cv313,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sound Behaviour,
The Mummies,
Danielle Patucci,
The Doobie Brothers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Selecter,
Vainqueur,
Flash Fearless,
Barry Ungar,
Black Bananas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nas,
the Soft Cell,
Scion,
Hardrive,
Marvin Gaye,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.