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 Somalia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 R.M.O. to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Ronan,
Theoretical Girls,
Ken Boothe,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dawn Penn,
Mission of Burma,
The Angels of Light,
The Searchers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sister Nancy,
LL Cool J,
The Invisible,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joensuu 1685,
Moebius,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Yellowson,
Underground Resistance,
Wally Richardson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Sound,
Henry Cow,
Gong,
Scrapy,
Fatback Band,
The J.B.'s,
Royal Trux,
Funkadelic,
A Certain Ratio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
T. Rex,
James White and The Blacks,
Depeche Mode,
Fat Boys,
Swans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Procol Harum,
Wasted Youth,
Nils Olav,
One Last Wish,
Chris & Cosey,
Bluetip,
Alphaville,
Sandy B,
The Smiths,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
June Days,
Donny Hathaway,
OOIOO,
Eli Mardock,
Patti Smith,
the Soft Cell,
Quantec,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.