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 Maldives and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar 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 Skaos to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Vainqueur,
Loose Ends,
Rosa Yemen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Idris Muhammad,
OOIOO,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Velvet Underground,
Procol Harum,
The Smiths,
Fear,
The Evens,
Cheater Slicks,
Kas Product,
E-Dancer,
Colin Newman,
Fatback Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
ABC,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brick,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Skriet,
Gang Starr,
Henry Cow,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eden Ahbez,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Womack,
Mad Mike,
Monolake,
Maurizio,
Joe Finger,
Lakeside,
Pussy Galore,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Laurel Aitken,
The Star Department,
Thee Headcoats,
Pulsallama,
Blossom Toes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DJ Style,
Alton Ellis,
Eric Copeland,
Dennis Brown,
Black Pus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mantronix,
Erykah Badu,
Chrome,
Stockholm Monsters,
ABBA,
Black Bananas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eli Mardock,
the Soft Cell,
Unwound,
Quantec,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.