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 Mauritania and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Graham Central Station to the funk 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
The Move,
Donald Byrd,
D'Angelo,
X-Ray Spex,
the Fania All-Stars,
David Bowie,
Tim Buckley,
The Cramps,
James White and The Blacks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Surgeon,
The Sonics,
Circle Jerks,
The Fuzztones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Matthew Bourne,
Cybotron,
John Foxx,
8 Eyed Spy,
Susan Cadogan,
LL Cool J,
Joensuu 1685,
Oneida,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Laurel Aitken,
Jerry's Kids,
Blossom Toes,
The Gap Band,
Funkadelic,
Amon Düül,
Cymande,
Patti Smith,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Womack,
Stetsasonic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Swans,
Blancmange,
Altered Images,
Angry Samoans,
The Barracudas,
Guru Guru,
Mandrill,
FM Einheit,
The Neon Judgement,
Severed Heads,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Mummies,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Smiths,
Rakim,
Juan Atkins,
Tommy Roe,
the Swans,
Black Bananas,
Hoover,
Public Enemy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Iggy Pop,
Black Pus,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.