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 France and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Human League to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 Mighty Diamonds,
Desert Stars,
Zero Boys,
Brick,
Lebanon Hanover,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grey Daturas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
AZ,
The Happenings,
Public Image Ltd.,
H. Thieme,
Brothers Johnson,
Tommy Roe,
Deadbeat,
kango's stein massive,
Aaron Thompson,
Skriet,
Simply Red,
Junior Murvin,
Guru Guru,
Subhumans,
The Smoke,
Aloha Tigers,
Marvin Gaye,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Magazine,
Inner City,
Freddie Wadling,
Animal Collective,
Neil Young,
Godley & Creme,
Funky Four + One,
Malaria!,
The Gories,
Ohio Players,
Harmonia,
Accadde A,
Audionom,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang Starr,
The Gap Band,
Quadrant,
Tom Boy,
Roy Ayers,
Nico,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Evens,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Masters at Work,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Boz Scaggs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Au Pairs,
The Beau Brummels,
Jerry's Kids,
Marmalade,
Drive Like Jehu,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.