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 Paraguay and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord 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 China Crisis to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Pierre Henry,
Infiniti,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Slits,
Joe Smooth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Davy DMX,
Bronski Beat,
Grey Daturas,
Duran Duran,
Lalann,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultra Naté,
Moby Grape,
Todd Terry,
Faraquet,
The Angels of Light,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Talk Talk,
Ice-T,
The Selecter,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Sherman,
Iggy Pop,
La Düsseldorf,
Dual Sessions,
Spandau Ballet,
Guru Guru,
Soul Sonic Force,
Neu!,
The Cosmic Jokers,
FM Einheit,
Eden Ahbez,
Albert Ayler,
Rapeman,
The Smoke,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bluetip,
Kurtis Blow,
Fad Gadget,
Carl Craig,
These Immortal Souls,
Brass Construction,
Harmonia,
The Blackbyrds,
Wally Richardson,
Thee Headcoats,
Minutemen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sam Rivers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Magma,
Supertramp,
The Barracudas,
Slick Rick,
Q65,
Kaleidoscope,
Reuben Wilson,
Anakelly,
Wings,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.