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 Qatar and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Desert Stars to the crunk 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Nirvana,
Stereo Dub,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Moby Grape,
The American Breed,
Sight & Sound,
The Barracudas,
Sex Pistols,
Eric B and Rakim,
Can,
Model 500,
Gang Starr,
The Techniques,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ronan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Anthony Braxton,
Soul II Soul,
Alice Coltrane,
Archie Shepp,
Joyce Sims,
Graham Central Station,
Symarip,
Franke,
Eric Dolphy,
Trumans Water,
Reuben Wilson,
Roxette,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hashim,
Delta 5,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Busters,
Accadde A,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Johnny Clarke,
The Alarm Clocks,
FM Einheit,
Connie Case,
Main Source,
Erasure,
Visage,
Stetsasonic,
Liliput,
Tim Buckley,
Laurel Aitken,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Metal Thangz,
Quando Quango,
Delon & Dalcan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alton Ellis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Smoke,
Rites of Spring,
The Stooges,
Maleditus Sound,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.