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 Seychelles and from New York.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pus. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Deepchord,
Sister Nancy,
Man Parrish,
Thompson Twins,
Janne Schatter,
Subhumans,
Eric Dolphy,
Scion,
Frankie Knuckles,
Junior Murvin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barbara Tucker,
Slave,
The Beau Brummels,
Mandrill,
Camberwell Now,
Unrelated Segments,
The Shadows of Knight,
One Last Wish,
Kenny Larkin,
Morten Harket,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Faraquet,
The Tremeloes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mission of Burma,
Kaleidoscope,
The Monks,
DJ Style,
The Smiths,
The Walker Brothers,
Popol Vuh,
New York Dolls,
Minnie Riperton,
The Wake,
Parry Music,
Ponytail,
The Trojans,
Y Pants,
Chrome,
John Foxx,
kango's stein massive,
Bob Dylan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bush Tetras,
Cameo,
James White and The Blacks,
Negative Approach,
The Dead C,
Dark Day,
Davy DMX,
The Neon Judgement,
KRS-One,
Das Ding,
Bobby Sherman,
Liliput,
Crispian St. Peters,
Quadrant,
K-Klass,
Little Man,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.