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 Slovakia and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Soulsonic Force to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Tommy Roe,
Ice-T,
The Evens,
The Busters,
Boredoms,
The Music Machine,
F. McDonald,
Negative Approach,
Robert Wyatt,
Make Up,
Skarface,
The Walker Brothers,
The Smoke,
Minutemen,
Television Personalities,
Surgeon,
Q and Not U,
Lindisfarne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
This Heat,
Jimmy McGriff,
Janne Schatter,
Scientists,
The Dirtbombs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eve St. Jones,
Monks,
Prince Buster,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Motions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Divine Comedy,
Ronan,
Zero Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
Funkadelic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Easy Going,
Mad Mike,
Warren Ellis,
Pagans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gabor Szabo,
Grauzone,
Joy Division,
Adolescents,
The Monks,
Au Pairs,
The Standells,
Procol Harum,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Duran Duran,
Chris & Cosey,
Fatback Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Slick Rick,
Bush Tetras,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.