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 Uganda and from Mumbai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba 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 Desert Stars to the dance 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
the Human League,
Idris Muhammad,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sound Behaviour,
Accadde A,
Loose Ends,
Minutemen,
Piero Umiliani,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Star Department,
Absolute Body Control,
Janne Schatter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eddi Front,
Pole,
Anakelly,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Chrome,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Technova,
Fela Kuti,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Inner City,
Camberwell Now,
Circle Jerks,
Sam Rivers,
Ponytail,
Avey Tare,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
E-Dancer,
Stereo Dub,
Sun Ra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Skarface,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pantytec,
Guru Guru,
Kerri Chandler,
Cymande,
Derrick May,
8 Eyed Spy,
Schoolly D,
Wire,
Alphaville,
Delta 5,
Quando Quango,
Whodini,
Nik Kershaw,
Talk Talk,
Aswad,
New Age Steppers,
Amon Düül,
Black Bananas,
Danielle Patucci,
Electric Prunes,
Sixth Finger,
Outsiders,
Silicon Teens,
Donny Hathaway,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.