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 Bahrain and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare 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 The Vogues to the techno 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brick,
Mr. Review,
Y Pants,
F. McDonald,
Skriet,
Bang On A Can,
Reagan Youth,
Soft Cell,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Seeds,
a-ha,
Rotary Connection,
Das Ding,
China Crisis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
JFA,
Deakin,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Moody Blues,
kango's stein massive,
Iggy Pop,
Stetsasonic,
Desert Stars,
Faraquet,
The Move,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
H. Thieme,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fat Boys,
Make Up,
Nas,
Roxy Music,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mandrill,
Todd Terry,
Vladislav Delay,
MC5,
These Immortal Souls,
Thee Headcoats,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fela Kuti,
Can,
Rosa Yemen,
Sonny Sharrock,
June Days,
New Age Steppers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marmalade,
Sun City Girls,
B.T. Express,
The Toasters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wasted Youth,
The Techniques,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
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.