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 Armenia and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer 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 Johnny Clarke to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Be Bop Deluxe 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 rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Kas Product,
Robert Hood,
Pierre Henry,
Whodini,
Sam Rivers,
Black Flag,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fat Boys,
Crime,
Soft Machine,
Rakim,
Heaven 17,
Freddie Wadling,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cybotron,
Underground Resistance,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ornette Coleman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Khruangbin,
Vladislav Delay,
Angry Samoans,
Laurel Aitken,
Sex Pistols,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eden Ahbez,
Fatback Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Das Ding,
Grauzone,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gories,
Scrapy,
Cal Tjader,
Warren Ellis,
Negative Approach,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Frankie Knuckles,
Terry Callier,
Eddi Front,
The Smiths,
Tommy Roe,
Boredoms,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barclay James Harvest,
Procol Harum,
The Star Department,
the Normal,
The Index,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Pussy Galore,
Yellowson,
The Standells,
The Angels of Light,
Von Mondo,
Peter and Kerry,
Porter Ricks,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.