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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
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 theremin 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the punk 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Fear,
Mars,
Stereo Dub,
Arcadia,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
UT,
Slave,
Wasted Youth,
New York Dolls,
Tubeway Army,
The Evens,
Scratch Acid,
Joy Division,
Sight & Sound,
Whodini,
Kool Moe Dee,
Morten Harket,
Matthew Halsall,
Grauzone,
Livin' Joy,
Barbara Tucker,
MC5,
Inner City,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Graham Central Station,
Jacob Miller,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Slackers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fire Engines,
A Certain Ratio,
Steve Hackett,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pagans,
Los Fastidios,
Boredoms,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Charles Mingus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Johnny Clarke,
Susan Cadogan,
Agitation Free,
Dennis Brown,
Vladislav Delay,
Lucky Dragons,
Yusef Lateef,
kango's stein massive,
Pierre Henry,
The Martian,
Absolute Body Control,
Janne Schatter,
The Knickerbockers,
Organ,
Ornette Coleman,
The Sonics,
The Detroit Cobras,
Babytalk,
Soulsonic Force,
Amon Düül II,
Marc Almond,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.