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 Qatar and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Throbbing Gristle to the rap 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
PIL,
MDC,
Livin' Joy,
Marc Almond,
Marmalade,
CMW,
The Moody Blues,
Roger Hodgson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wasted Youth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Blossom Toes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Q and Not U,
Little Man,
Monks,
Sarah Menescal,
The Zeros,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wire,
Laurel Aitken,
Brothers Johnson,
The Searchers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joe Smooth,
Maleditus Sound,
Pylon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Germs,
Robert Hood,
Isaac Hayes,
48th St. Collective,
Lakeside,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang Green,
U.S. Maple,
The Star Department,
Dave Gahan,
Cal Tjader,
The Cure,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Remains,
Alice Coltrane,
This Heat,
the Normal,
cv313,
Ronan,
Connie Case,
Desert Stars,
Idris Muhammad,
Buzzcocks,
The Walker Brothers,
La Düsseldorf,
Sonny Sharrock,
Suburban Knight,
the Swans,
China Crisis,
Cecil Taylor,
Fad Gadget,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.