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 Somalia and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Accadde A,
Black Flag,
Minutemen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fire Engines,
Stiv Bators,
Ice-T,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Zeros,
Pylon,
Neil Young,
Jimmy McGriff,
La Düsseldorf,
Roy Ayers,
Bronski Beat,
Nik Kershaw,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lightning Bolt,
Whodini,
World's Most,
Spandau Ballet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Offenders,
The Sonics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mr. Review,
Peter & Gordon,
the Swans,
Pantytec,
Sarah Menescal,
The Doobie Brothers,
Todd Rundgren,
Robert Wyatt,
The Saints,
Fad Gadget,
Masters at Work,
The Gladiators,
Brothers Johnson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Michelle Simonal,
Depeche Mode,
Althea and Donna,
Tomorrow,
Marc Almond,
Cameo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Moleskins,
Erykah Badu,
Mantronix,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.