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 Belarus and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Spoonie Gee to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Moon,
The Happenings,
Bob Dylan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fat Boys,
Grey Daturas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Supertramp,
Television Personalities,
The Fall,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rapeman,
The Divine Comedy,
Cluster,
Judy Mowatt,
The Index,
Accadde A,
Bobby Byrd,
The United States of America,
Schoolly D,
Marine Girls,
Jacques Brel,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Sherman,
Man Parrish,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Cale,
Prince Buster,
Essential Logic,
Black Flag,
World's Most,
Ohio Players,
Bobbi Humphrey,
OOIOO,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Barracudas,
F. McDonald,
Bill Wells,
The Move,
Ultimate Spinach,
Max Romeo,
The Leaves,
Ronnie Foster,
Technova,
The Human League,
Marmalade,
Blake Baxter,
The Five Americans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Selecter,
Von Mondo,
Janne Schatter,
Ituana,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Model 500,
Peter & Gordon,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.