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 Gabon and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Marshall Jefferson to the crunk 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Mantronix,
Alton Ellis,
Sister Nancy,
Fad Gadget,
Guru Guru,
Siglo XX,
Shoche,
Althea and Donna,
Can,
Davy DMX,
Inner City,
Lindisfarne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cure,
Don Cherry,
Stiv Bators,
The Selecter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yazoo,
Jacques Brel,
Joey Negro,
The Golliwogs,
Moebius,
The Vogues,
Matthew Bourne,
The Five Americans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Whodini,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Judy Mowatt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Happenings,
Rakim,
Monolake,
T. Rex,
Black Bananas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rekid,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Amon Düül,
Camouflage,
Chrome,
Michelle Simonal,
L. Decosne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Darondo,
Sixth Finger,
Television Personalities,
Cluster,
The Tremeloes,
Pole,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Erasure,
Mary Jane Girls,
Theoretical Girls,
Duran Duran,
Rotary Connection,
The Kinks,
Supertramp,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.