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 Uruguay and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Slits to the crunk 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eurythmics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Womack,
Darondo,
Pantaleimon,
Robert Hood,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rod Modell,
Stereo Dub,
Model 500,
Minnie Riperton,
Brothers Johnson,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fuzztones,
Ronnie Foster,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cure,
Warren Ellis,
Grey Daturas,
Charles Mingus,
Bill Near,
China Crisis,
The Blues Magoos,
Freddie Wadling,
Swell Maps,
Zero Boys,
OOIOO,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Bar-Kays,
The Mummies,
Loose Ends,
Lou Reed,
Ultravox,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scratch Acid,
Eric Dolphy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Faust,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crash Course in Science,
Oblivians,
Goldenarms,
A Certain Ratio,
H. Thieme,
Quantec,
The Monks,
The Sonics,
Joe Finger,
Technova,
Laurel Aitken,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Theoretical Girls,
U.S. Maple,
Throbbing Gristle,
Chris & Cosey,
Nas,
Eden Ahbez,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dark Day,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.