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 Japan and from Copenhagen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Eric B and Rakim to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Intrusion,
Depeche Mode,
The Index,
Yellowson,
The Mojo Men,
James White and The Blacks,
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joey Negro,
The Gories,
Nik Kershaw,
Swell Maps,
Connie Case,
The Gap Band,
Nirvana,
The Residents,
Boogie Down Productions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Smog,
Fear,
Laurel Aitken,
Lindisfarne,
Gregory Isaacs,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultravox,
Marmalade,
The Standells,
Con Funk Shun,
John Cale,
Kerri Chandler,
Aswad,
Maurizio,
Joe Finger,
The Victims,
Neu!,
FM Einheit,
Barrington Levy,
Carl Craig,
Eric B and Rakim,
David Bowie,
Ken Boothe,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang Starr,
Delta 5,
Ten City,
Mark Hollis,
Aural Exciters,
Jeff Mills,
Magma,
Sonic Youth,
Vainqueur,
Sparks,
The Cowsills,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cure,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.