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 Cyprus and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 spring reverb 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Robert Hood,
The Sound,
Sex Pistols,
The Beau Brummels,
Babytalk,
Essential Logic,
Jacques Brel,
Visage,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
EPMD,
Trumans Water,
Moebius,
Neu!,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Golliwogs,
Sandy B,
Depeche Mode,
Yellowson,
June of 44,
Q65,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Amon Düül,
A Certain Ratio,
The Vogues,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Make Up,
Gabor Szabo,
E-Dancer,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Residents,
Masters at Work,
Half Japanese,
Byron Stingily,
Pere Ubu,
The Red Krayola,
Mandrill,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The American Breed,
Scan 7,
Sixth Finger,
Matthew Bourne,
The Buckinghams,
Adolescents,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Christie,
Morten Harket,
The Real Kids,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jeff Mills,
The Grass Roots,
Lalo Schifrin,
Public Enemy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Colin Newman,
The Blackbyrds,
Darondo,
Mission of Burma,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.