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 Bhutan and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kayak to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Deadbeat,
Fear,
The Remains,
Kurtis Blow,
Mandrill,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
UT,
Barbara Tucker,
Silicon Teens,
E-Dancer,
Adolescents,
Chris & Cosey,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mantronix,
La Düsseldorf,
June of 44,
The Moleskins,
Au Pairs,
The Names,
The Litter,
Camouflage,
Average White Band,
Dennis Brown,
Marine Girls,
Accadde A,
CMW,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pantytec,
Niagra,
Kas Product,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pere Ubu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jacob Miller,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Modern Lovers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Neil Young,
Nas,
The Skatalites,
Alphaville,
Joe Smooth,
The Fugs,
The Grass Roots,
The Selecter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Amon Düül,
The Blues Magoos,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Derrick Morgan,
Pylon,
The Zeros,
Black Pus,
Pussy Galore,
Nick Fraelich,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.