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 Grenada and from Seoul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Grey Daturas 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Masters at Work,
Little Man,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Easy Going,
Grauzone,
Crispian St. Peters,
Negative Approach,
Kurtis Blow,
Dawn Penn,
Barry Ungar,
The Smiths,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Freddie Wadling,
Scott Walker,
Wally Richardson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Skatalites,
Wasted Youth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Anthony Braxton,
Thee Headcoats,
Motorama,
The Mummies,
Delon & Dalcan,
Niagra,
FM Einheit,
Brick,
Rekid,
Skaos,
Black Bananas,
Blake Baxter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Birthday Party,
The Doors,
Derrick Morgan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sparks,
Make Up,
Erasure,
Reagan Youth,
Stiv Bators,
the Normal,
Yusef Lateef,
Slick Rick,
Connie Case,
The Gladiators,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Moon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eric Dolphy,
Dead Boys,
Angry Samoans,
Brand Nubian,
David Bowie,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ten City,
Michelle Simonal,
Arcadia,
Juan Atkins,
Minor Threat,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.