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 Mozambique and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Skriet to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Slave,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Danielle Patucci,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dennis Brown,
New Order,
Minnie Riperton,
T. Rex,
Buzzcocks,
The Gories,
The Star Department,
Deepchord,
Nik Kershaw,
The Happenings,
Negative Approach,
Circle Jerks,
R.M.O.,
Ituana,
Morten Harket,
Eurythmics,
Monolake,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Human League,
Eli Mardock,
Gang Starr,
Massinfluence,
Cecil Taylor,
Soul Sonic Force,
Liliput,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Womack,
The Victims,
Faust,
The Cure,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Technova,
The Gap Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Red Krayola,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Wake,
The Standells,
DJ Style,
The Index,
Pagans,
The Mojo Men,
Johnny Osbourne,
Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rapeman,
The Golliwogs,
Television,
Motorama,
Barbara Tucker,
DNA,
Dual Sessions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Neil Young,
Accadde A,
The Vogues,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.