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 Micronesia and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Robert Görl to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Goldenarms,
Sunsets and Hearts,
H. Thieme,
the Bar-Kays,
The Music Machine,
Rites of Spring,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Reed,
The Red Krayola,
Mad Mike,
L. Decosne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pantaleimon,
Minutemen,
Oneida,
Guru Guru,
Brick,
Pylon,
Magazine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Animal Collective,
Colin Newman,
A Certain Ratio,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ossler,
Outsiders,
Anakelly,
Second Layer,
OOIOO,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Christie,
The Vogues,
Pierre Henry,
Cheater Slicks,
ABC,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Monolake,
Aswad,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kurtis Blow,
Mantronix,
Brand Nubian,
Ponytail,
The Last Poets,
Depeche Mode,
Deepchord,
Nation of Ulysses,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fad Gadget,
Lalann,
The Smiths,
Supertramp,
The Remains,
Kayak,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dead Boys,
Skriet,
Black Bananas,
Terry Callier,
Aloha Tigers,
Moby Grape,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.