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 Luxembourg and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 John Foxx 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Heaven 17,
Visage,
OOIOO,
Zapp,
Blancmange,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Moby Grape,
Soft Cell,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultravox,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Angels of Light,
Junior Murvin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lungfish,
the Soft Cell,
Barrington Levy,
The Names,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bootsy Collins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Leonard Cohen,
Ituana,
Vladislav Delay,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Pus,
Jerry's Kids,
Saccharine Trust,
Slave,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Barracudas,
Deakin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scion,
Sparks,
B.T. Express,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
CMW,
Erasure,
Flash Fearless,
The Associates,
Barclay James Harvest,
JFA,
Maleditus Sound,
Monolake,
Vainqueur,
Kaleidoscope,
Letta Mbulu,
Spandau Ballet,
D'Angelo,
Porter Ricks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Second Layer,
48th St. Collective,
Fugazi,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.