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 Portugal and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
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 chamberlin 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 Rosa Yemen to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Bobby Sherman,
Gichy Dan,
John Cale,
Loose Ends,
Zapp,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Last Poets,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cowsills,
Niagra,
Funkadelic,
Lyres,
the Bar-Kays,
Sound Behaviour,
Eric Copeland,
Magma,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Electric Prunes,
Model 500,
Siglo XX,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deepchord,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sandy B,
Lakeside,
Hardrive,
The Smoke,
Blancmange,
Symarip,
The Seeds,
Gil Scott Heron,
10cc,
The Star Department,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bill Wells,
The Neon Judgement,
Tomorrow,
The Pop Group,
Scion,
Silicon Teens,
Stiv Bators,
Sister Nancy,
Scrapy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
New Order,
Peter & Gordon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Anthony Braxton,
The Doors,
Sex Pistols,
Nirvana,
The Evens,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
48th St. Collective,
Joey Negro,
K-Klass,
Dawn Penn,
The Residents,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.