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 Kazakhstan and from New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Zero Boys,
The Doors,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Pus,
Eric Dolphy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Chrome,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Agent Orange,
Marvin Gaye,
Pantaleimon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Sonics,
Henry Cow,
UT,
Byron Stingily,
Maleditus Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mission of Burma,
Sound Behaviour,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Monks,
Carl Craig,
Bauhaus,
X-101,
The Young Rascals,
The Barracudas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joe Smooth,
Joy Division,
Radio Birdman,
Basic Channel,
Average White Band,
Skriet,
The Dead C,
Marmalade,
Joe Finger,
Vladislav Delay,
Young Marble Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Talk Talk,
Crime,
Kurtis Blow,
Can,
Franke,
The Star Department,
June of 44,
The Slits,
Procol Harum,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Toasters,
Nas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stiv Bators,
Tim Buckley,
Model 500,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.