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 Uruguay and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 The Last Poets to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Mo-Dettes,
Alphaville,
Scion,
Scrapy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mark Hollis,
Tres Demented,
Brand Nubian,
Cameo,
the Soft Cell,
Silicon Teens,
Grauzone,
New York Dolls,
Gichy Dan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minnie Riperton,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sun Ra,
Al Stewart,
The Electric Prunes,
Reuben Wilson,
Anakelly,
The Sonics,
Dual Sessions,
Marine Girls,
The Saints,
Clear Light,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Blossom Toes,
Index,
Janne Schatter,
Aaron Thompson,
Joy Division,
Funky Four + One,
Crispy Ambulance,
Morten Harket,
Main Source,
Lalann,
EPMD,
John Coltrane,
Crash Course in Science,
The Gap Band,
Deepchord,
The Divine Comedy,
Model 500,
Ronnie Foster,
The Red Krayola,
Audionom,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Christie,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Masters at Work,
Desert Stars,
Theoretical Girls,
Wasted Youth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.