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 Rwanda and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Tom Boy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Intrusion,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Doors,
Drive Like Jehu,
Main Source,
cv313,
Q and Not U,
The Techniques,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Michelle Simonal,
Hardrive,
The Evens,
Average White Band,
Livin' Joy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camouflage,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Human League,
Pulsallama,
The Beau Brummels,
Morten Harket,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Suicide,
Royal Trux,
Brick,
Magma,
Crispy Ambulance,
Amon Düül,
Cymande,
David Bowie,
Half Japanese,
John Lydon,
DNA,
Soft Machine,
Avey Tare,
Slave,
Minnie Riperton,
Aloha Tigers,
Technova,
John Foxx,
Rod Modell,
Marmalade,
Monks,
T. Rex,
Sparks,
The Leaves,
B.T. Express,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gabor Szabo,
Soul II Soul,
China Crisis,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Germs,
David McCallum,
Subhumans,
Warsaw,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.