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 Cape Verde and from Milan.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Thompson Twins to the dance 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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Eric Copeland,
China Crisis,
John Cale,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marine Girls,
Metal Thangz,
Ice-T,
X-102,
Gastr Del Sol,
D'Angelo,
Y Pants,
Bauhaus,
Alphaville,
Radiopuhelimet,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang of Four,
Max Romeo,
Rakim,
Yusef Lateef,
Nick Fraelich,
Joy Division,
Ludus,
Mission of Burma,
Cheater Slicks,
MDC,
Eurythmics,
Scott Walker,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fatback Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Charles Mingus,
The Offenders,
The Angels of Light,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Searchers,
Ronan,
Slick Rick,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yellowson,
Todd Terry,
Sound Behaviour,
The Sonics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Moon,
Juan Atkins,
Moby Grape,
Massinfluence,
Interpol,
Rekid,
Stockholm Monsters,
Visage,
Howard Jones,
Marvin Gaye,
Ralphi Rosario,
X-101,
Surgeon,
The Smoke,
Big Daddy Kane,
World's Most,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.