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 Guatemala and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe 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 Infiniti to the dance 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
James White and The Blacks,
The Count Five,
John Holt,
Talk Talk,
Ultravox,
Sound Behaviour,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brand Nubian,
The Skatalites,
In Retrospect,
the Soft Cell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pantaleimon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minny Pops,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fuzztones,
Lyres,
Underground Resistance,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Drexciya,
Adolescents,
Half Japanese,
Freddie Wadling,
Outsiders,
the Swans,
Excepter,
The Slits,
Roy Ayers,
Dennis Brown,
The Young Rascals,
Barclay James Harvest,
Livin' Joy,
Mad Mike,
D'Angelo,
Brothers Johnson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fad Gadget,
Joyce Sims,
Aloha Tigers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Delta 5,
Groovy Waters,
Vladislav Delay,
Japan,
Idris Muhammad,
Essential Logic,
Yusef Lateef,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rotary Connection,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Reagan Youth,
Duran Duran,
Eurythmics,
Scion,
the Slits,
Hashim,
The Angels of Light,
Ten City,
Kerrie Biddell,
LL Cool J,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.