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 Pakistan and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Joe Finger to the grime 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Davy DMX,
The Red Krayola,
The J.B.'s,
Qualms,
Tears for Fears,
Flipper,
The Young Rascals,
Scratch Acid,
Subhumans,
Average White Band,
Connie Case,
Brass Construction,
The Beau Brummels,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Urselle,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barrington Levy,
Hasil Adkins,
The Remains,
Dual Sessions,
Radiopuhelimet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Negative Approach,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cramps,
Isaac Hayes,
Toni Rubio,
Ituana,
Fad Gadget,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nils Olav,
Desert Stars,
Radio Birdman,
Rekid,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mr. Review,
kango's stein massive,
Stetsasonic,
Ornette Coleman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
New York Dolls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Doors,
Liliput,
The Searchers,
Neu!,
Max Romeo,
The Sonics,
The Star Department,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang Green,
a-ha,
Curtis Mayfield,
Panda Bear,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Technova,
The Knickerbockers,
Bootsy Collins,
The Names,
Cheater Slicks,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.