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 Tajikistan and from Portland.
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 Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Subhumans to the dance 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Bobby Sherman,
Rod Modell,
Harmonia,
Popol Vuh,
10cc,
The Litter,
Ken Boothe,
Ossler,
Wally Richardson,
Sun City Girls,
Agitation Free,
Nico,
The Residents,
Kool Moe Dee,
Radiohead,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fire Engines,
Kayak,
Henry Cow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scott Walker,
Thompson Twins,
John Lydon,
Essential Logic,
DNA,
The American Breed,
ABBA,
Drexciya,
Livin' Joy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tim Buckley,
Aural Exciters,
Marmalade,
Hoover,
Lucky Dragons,
Liliput,
Audionom,
Roxy Music,
Neil Young,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tres Demented,
Derrick Morgan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fluxion,
Guru Guru,
The Gun Club,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Music Machine,
The Fall,
Loose Ends,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nik Kershaw,
Bizarre Inc.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scratch Acid,
The Techniques,
The Angels of Light,
The Gap Band,
Fatback Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.