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 Mali and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Barrington Levy 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Roxette,
AZ,
ABC,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camberwell Now,
Black Pus,
Banda Bassotti,
Ornette Coleman,
Cal Tjader,
Simply Red,
The Standells,
The Toasters,
Hardrive,
Half Japanese,
Visage,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nick Fraelich,
Section 25,
Basic Channel,
Howard Jones,
Delta 5,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nik Kershaw,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barrington Levy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang Green,
Davy DMX,
JFA,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Maleditus Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gong,
The Stooges,
The Cosmic Jokers,
World's Most,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Dead C,
The Cowsills,
China Crisis,
The Slits,
Outsiders,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ossler,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
New Order,
Nirvana,
The Wake,
10cc,
Joey Negro,
Swell Maps,
Prince Buster,
Crash Course in Science,
Amon Düül II,
Yazoo,
Stereo Dub,
Bang On A Can,
the Slits,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.