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 Barbados and from Mexico City.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Monks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Laurel Aitken,
Rod Modell,
Outsiders,
Subhumans,
The Blues Magoos,
The Selecter,
Todd Terry,
Prince Buster,
Swell Maps,
Sonic Youth,
Lungfish,
Stereo Dub,
The Cowsills,
Ludus,
Alphaville,
H. Thieme,
Marshall Jefferson,
Warsaw,
Peter & Gordon,
the Human League,
Echospace,
Peter and Kerry,
Gong,
The Durutti Column,
Joey Negro,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sparks,
Avey Tare,
Dual Sessions,
The Dead C,
Gang Gang Dance,
A Certain Ratio,
The Star Department,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deepchord,
Niagra,
Lebanon Hanover,
Chris & Cosey,
Thee Headcoats,
Warren Ellis,
Moby Grape,
Absolute Body Control,
Blancmange,
The Monochrome Set,
Dennis Brown,
Saccharine Trust,
The Beau Brummels,
Scion,
Lower 48,
The Litter,
Ronan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
D'Angelo,
Visage,
The Birthday Party,
Barbara Tucker,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.