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 Venezuela 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba 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 Masters at Work to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
The Misunderstood,
Ken Boothe,
New Order,
Mission of Burma,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joe Smooth,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fugs,
Circle Jerks,
Sex Pistols,
Procol Harum,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dead Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
Vladislav Delay,
Talk Talk,
Hoover,
Lou Reed,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sugar Minott,
Stetsasonic,
X-102,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Five Americans,
Fad Gadget,
Tres Demented,
Magazine,
K-Klass,
48th St. Collective,
Reagan Youth,
Section 25,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Erasure,
Donald Byrd,
The Dave Clark Five,
Don Cherry,
Glenn Branca,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pole,
Al Stewart,
The Cowsills,
Dennis Brown,
Peter and Kerry,
Electric Prunes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Neon Judgement,
The Flesh Eaters,
Little Man,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang Starr,
David McCallum,
Quando Quango,
Nick Fraelich,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fall,
The Divine Comedy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Underground Resistance,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.