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 Iran and from Columbus.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
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 rhodes 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 Soul II Soul to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Whodini,
Ossler,
The Wake,
Bobby Sherman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Johnny Clarke,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Barry Ungar,
MDC,
the Swans,
Faraquet,
The Buckinghams,
Monks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Interpol,
Sixth Finger,
Gerry Rafferty,
New Order,
The Zeros,
Organ,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Byrd,
Maleditus Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Smooth,
Porter Ricks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Lydon,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Slackers,
Khruangbin,
Public Image Ltd.,
Section 25,
Chrome,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Music Machine,
PIL,
T. Rex,
Harry Pussy,
The Fall,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fad Gadget,
The Fugs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camberwell Now,
The United States of America,
the Association,
Roxette,
L. Decosne,
La Düsseldorf,
Boredoms,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Unwound,
Connie Case,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.