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 Equatorial Guinea and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cluster to the electroclash 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marvin Gaye,
In Retrospect,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Talk Talk,
Alphaville,
The Young Rascals,
the Bar-Kays,
Donny Hathaway,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ludus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Toni Rubio,
Iggy Pop,
Lalo Schifrin,
UT,
Crispian St. Peters,
New Age Steppers,
Hardrive,
Infiniti,
Pet Shop Boys,
Echospace,
Unwound,
Don Cherry,
Sight & Sound,
The Gap Band,
The Last Poets,
K-Klass,
The Shadows of Knight,
Popol Vuh,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fat Boys,
Ultravox,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Thee Headcoats,
Scientists,
Eric B and Rakim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Suburban Knight,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
One Last Wish,
Ronnie Foster,
The Divine Comedy,
Oblivians,
Deakin,
Bobby Byrd,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sugar Minott,
Quadrant,
Lindisfarne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Vogues,
The Durutti Column,
Swell Maps,
Magma,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.