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 Iran and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 Livin' Joy to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Kool Moe Dee,
Model 500,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brand Nubian,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kaleidoscope,
Sparks,
The Pop Group,
Amazonics,
Robert Wyatt,
Ken Boothe,
Barclay James Harvest,
Albert Ayler,
Chris & Cosey,
Mr. Review,
Matthew Halsall,
Gichy Dan,
The Monks,
New York Dolls,
Subhumans,
The Wake,
Soulsonic Force,
Stereo Dub,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bill Wells,
Sight & Sound,
The Associates,
The Misunderstood,
Half Japanese,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
48th St. Collective,
Drexciya,
Bobby Sherman,
Von Mondo,
Iggy Pop,
Tears for Fears,
Toni Rubio,
The Cramps,
Fat Boys,
KRS-One,
Moby Grape,
Idris Muhammad,
Boz Scaggs,
Roy Ayers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fatback Band,
Arcadia,
The Pretty Things,
Pet Shop Boys,
Moebius,
Flash Fearless,
Soft Cell,
Index,
China Crisis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Public Enemy,
Barbara Tucker,
Excepter,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.