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 Chile and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 ABC 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
B.T. Express,
Robert Wyatt,
Darondo,
Prince Buster,
Eve St. Jones,
T.S.O.L.,
Funky Four + One,
James Chance & The Contortions,
New Age Steppers,
Roy Ayers,
Porter Ricks,
The Monks,
The Velvet Underground,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Colin Newman,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hoover,
Negative Approach,
The Names,
A Certain Ratio,
Judy Mowatt,
Aloha Tigers,
Accadde A,
Moss Icon,
Smog,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jeru the Damaja,
These Immortal Souls,
F. McDonald,
Flash Fearless,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Janne Schatter,
the Normal,
Adolescents,
Crispy Ambulance,
Don Cherry,
Ronnie Foster,
The Sonics,
Byron Stingily,
Robert Hood,
Television,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Womack,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dual Sessions,
Brothers Johnson,
Barrington Levy,
Faust,
kango's stein massive,
Michelle Simonal,
Joyce Sims,
Harmonia,
Josef K,
Tom Boy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Das Ding,
Mary Jane Girls,
OOIOO,
The Vogues,
Section 25,
Eddi Front,
Pet Shop Boys,
DJ Sneak,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.