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 Austria and from Milan.
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 Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 Tubeway Army to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Grass Roots,
Lyres,
Ohio Players,
Lungfish,
Pylon,
Japan,
The Standells,
cv313,
Scan 7,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Buzzcocks,
These Immortal Souls,
Aaron Thompson,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Dirtbombs,
Sam Rivers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Skaos,
E-Dancer,
Soul II Soul,
Outsiders,
Delta 5,
Ronan,
The Gap Band,
Sex Pistols,
Scratch Acid,
the Normal,
The Martian,
Minutemen,
Kas Product,
The Gladiators,
The Kinks,
AZ,
Newcleus,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cal Tjader,
The Gories,
Warsaw,
MC5,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Royal Trux,
Rufus Thomas,
The Blues Magoos,
The Tremeloes,
Arab on Radar,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Desert Stars,
Roxette,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eddi Front,
MDC,
The Motions,
Glambeats Corp.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Soft Cell,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.