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 Senegal 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Toni Rubio to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
The Birthday Party,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Star Department,
Rakim,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
Michelle Simonal,
David Bowie,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Vogues,
Andrew Hill,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roger Hodgson,
June of 44,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
AZ,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lucky Dragons,
Mark Hollis,
The Monochrome Set,
UT,
Roxette,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mandrill,
Ultravox,
Davy DMX,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scan 7,
Thee Headcoats,
Rosa Yemen,
Colin Newman,
The Fortunes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jeff Mills,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eve St. Jones,
Mo-Dettes,
Basic Channel,
The New Christs,
Mars,
The Music Machine,
Rekid,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Busters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Holt,
Lou Christie,
Grey Daturas,
Television,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lightning Bolt,
Soulsonic Force,
Mantronix,
Yazoo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Durutti Column,
Minnie Riperton,
Saccharine Trust,
Shoche,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.