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 Oman and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar 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 John Coltrane to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wire,
Underground Resistance,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ponytail,
The Dead C,
Fear,
Letta Mbulu,
Davy DMX,
Agitation Free,
Ice-T,
Minutemen,
T.S.O.L.,
John Cale,
The Blackbyrds,
Average White Band,
Faraquet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Maurizio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Intrusion,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fortunes,
Desert Stars,
Tres Demented,
Jacob Miller,
Blancmange,
Alton Ellis,
Depeche Mode,
Agent Orange,
Cal Tjader,
Chris & Cosey,
Heaven 17,
Traffic Nightmare,
Andrew Hill,
The Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Easy Going,
Todd Rundgren,
Amon Düül II,
Darondo,
Pharoah Sanders,
New Order,
Jeff Lynne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Boredoms,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cheater Slicks,
Sugar Minott,
Amazonics,
Funkadelic,
K-Klass,
Hashim,
Loose Ends,
The Motions,
Lucky Dragons,
Erasure,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The J.B.'s,
Jerry's Kids,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.