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 Gabon and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 Television Personalities to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Terrestrial Tones,
China Crisis,
Fear,
Grey Daturas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Q65,
Slave,
F. McDonald,
Soulsonic Force,
Young Marble Giants,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Archie Shepp,
The Gun Club,
Quantec,
Idris Muhammad,
Chris & Cosey,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soft Machine,
Pierre Henry,
Terry Callier,
Jeff Lynne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Con Funk Shun,
Anakelly,
Ken Boothe,
Rakim,
Blake Baxter,
The Durutti Column,
Yusef Lateef,
The Skatalites,
The Gap Band,
The Red Krayola,
Michelle Simonal,
Minny Pops,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gabor Szabo,
The Walker Brothers,
Fad Gadget,
Technova,
Niagra,
Brass Construction,
John Holt,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sonic Youth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultravox,
Inner City,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
David Bowie,
Marc Almond,
Minor Threat,
The Selecter,
Simply Red,
Stockholm Monsters,
Skriet,
Tears for Fears,
Sight & Sound,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.