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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 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 Zapp to the jazz 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Bobby Hutcherson,
U.S. Maple,
Gastr Del Sol,
Todd Rundgren,
Matthew Halsall,
Cameo,
Eric Dolphy,
Sister Nancy,
Blake Baxter,
Roy Ayers,
Heaven 17,
The Invisible,
Average White Band,
Patti Smith,
The Last Poets,
Alton Ellis,
Groovy Waters,
Animal Collective,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Womack,
The Human League,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barrington Levy,
The Fugs,
Hoover,
Amazonics,
FM Einheit,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DJ Sneak,
Absolute Body Control,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Desert Stars,
Bad Manners,
Skarface,
Juan Atkins,
Wings,
Marvin Gaye,
Rekid,
Soulsonic Force,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joey Negro,
Ten City,
La Düsseldorf,
Pere Ubu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sam Rivers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Monolake,
Lou Reed,
The Beau Brummels,
Boredoms,
Faust,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sonic Youth,
Anthony Braxton,
Dual Sessions,
The J.B.'s,
UT,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.