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 Kenya and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin 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 Ultra Naté to the crunk 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Tropical Tobacco,
A Certain Ratio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Arcadia,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roger Hodgson,
Theoretical Girls,
H. Thieme,
New Age Steppers,
X-102,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
David Axelrod,
Sarah Menescal,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Ituana,
The Vogues,
Deadbeat,
Cheater Slicks,
Circle Jerks,
Sparks,
the Soft Cell,
Drexciya,
Stockholm Monsters,
Connie Case,
FM Einheit,
Sugar Minott,
The Moody Blues,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Absolute Body Control,
Trumans Water,
Hasil Adkins,
Gong,
Magazine,
Technova,
Tubeway Army,
Joy Division,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pere Ubu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Khruangbin,
Smog,
Banda Bassotti,
The Kinks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Neu!,
The Stooges,
The Last Poets,
These Immortal Souls,
Joe Smooth,
Faraquet,
the Normal,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Moleskins,
Urselle,
Nas,
Funkadelic,
The Move,
Bad Manners,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.