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 Suriname and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord 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 Infiniti to the punk 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Swans,
Fatback Band,
FM Einheit,
Rosa Yemen,
Oblivians,
Quando Quango,
Sun Ra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Blossom Toes,
The Walker Brothers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Smoke,
Mark Hollis,
Symarip,
Pulsallama,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Godley & Creme,
Brand Nubian,
Roger Hodgson,
Schoolly D,
Motorama,
the Swans,
Harmonia,
Bobby Womack,
Funky Four + One,
Bad Manners,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crime,
The Tremeloes,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cowsills,
The Angels of Light,
Jerry's Kids,
Joy Division,
Janne Schatter,
Zapp,
Nirvana,
Sixth Finger,
Graham Central Station,
The Motions,
The Durutti Column,
The Toasters,
Warren Ellis,
AZ,
Skarface,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Barracudas,
Mission of Burma,
Albert Ayler,
Wolf Eyes,
Dual Sessions,
Crispian St. Peters,
Unwound,
Mandrill,
The Young Rascals,
Radiopuhelimet,
David McCallum,
Hot Snakes,
Neil Young,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.