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 Angola and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron 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 Marshall Jefferson to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Mantronix,
Soft Cell,
Kas Product,
Minor Threat,
Eddi Front,
The Selecter,
Livin' Joy,
James White and The Blacks,
The Raincoats,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Byrd,
the Soft Cell,
The Index,
The Slackers,
Duran Duran,
Jeff Lynne,
The Last Poets,
Fela Kuti,
Altered Images,
A Certain Ratio,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sight & Sound,
Monolake,
FM Einheit,
The Cure,
Pantytec,
Quantec,
Young Marble Giants,
Faust,
Oblivians,
Yazoo,
Goldenarms,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kenny Larkin,
B.T. Express,
Erykah Badu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stetsasonic,
Susan Cadogan,
Gerry Rafferty,
EPMD,
The Litter,
Ituana,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gories,
Black Pus,
Desert Stars,
Surgeon,
the Swans,
Bill Wells,
The Mummies,
Mandrill,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lakeside,
Dual Sessions,
Nation of Ulysses,
Terrestrial Tones,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.