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 Croatia and from Mexico City.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ludus to the funk 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Tubeway Army,
The Invisible,
Stiv Bators,
Carl Craig,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ohio Players,
Rapeman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mr. Review,
Black Moon,
Maurizio,
Reuben Wilson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kaleidoscope,
Skaos,
Fluxion,
Flipper,
John Lydon,
Charles Mingus,
E-Dancer,
Pantytec,
Crispy Ambulance,
These Immortal Souls,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Slave,
Gang Green,
Flash Fearless,
Soft Machine,
UT,
The Last Poets,
Joey Negro,
Gong,
Eddi Front,
The United States of America,
Archie Shepp,
Stereo Dub,
Dark Day,
Sugar Minott,
Index,
The Golliwogs,
New Order,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang of Four,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brick,
Guru Guru,
10cc,
Quantec,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Essential Logic,
the Normal,
The Cowsills,
Gang Starr,
The Happenings,
K-Klass,
ABBA,
Lou Reed,
The Offenders,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.