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 Bahrain and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin 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 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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 Moody Blues,
Sister Nancy,
Jacob Miller,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Warsaw,
Soul II Soul,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Reuben Wilson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stereo Dub,
the Germs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pierre Henry,
Accadde A,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Sheep,
Hoover,
Harry Pussy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Swans,
Brand Nubian,
Fugazi,
Anakelly,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Magazine,
Kevin Saunderson,
MC5,
Gastr Del Sol,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ronan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Second Layer,
F. McDonald,
Don Cherry,
The Human League,
The Walker Brothers,
Rapeman,
Intrusion,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gong,
Piero Umiliani,
Harpers Bizarre,
In Retrospect,
The Fall,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Dead C,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camouflage,
The Blackbyrds,
Spandau Ballet,
KRS-One,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
Zero Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
Sex Pistols,
Negative Approach,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dawn Penn,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.