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 Bulgaria and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Robert Palmer 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 Public Image Ltd. to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Parry Music,
Big Daddy Kane,
Livin' Joy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Saccharine Trust,
Crispian St. Peters,
Thompson Twins,
This Heat,
The Sound,
New Order,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Sheep,
Marine Girls,
Television,
The Five Americans,
Duran Duran,
Brothers Johnson,
Sällskapet,
Idris Muhammad,
Kevin Saunderson,
OOIOO,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Franke,
The Mummies,
T.S.O.L.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joy Division,
Skarface,
Grandmaster Flash,
La Düsseldorf,
Suicide,
Kenny Larkin,
Popol Vuh,
Underground Resistance,
Ronnie Foster,
Charles Mingus,
Nas,
Scott Walker,
Sparks,
Ice-T,
Aloha Tigers,
Eric Dolphy,
the Normal,
Anakelly,
Ohio Players,
Eric Copeland,
Fugazi,
The Shadows of Knight,
Banda Bassotti,
Lebanon Hanover,
Radiohead,
Massinfluence,
Freddie Wadling,
The Grass Roots,
Chrome,
Siglo XX,
Aaron Thompson,
Y Pants,
Alton Ellis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.