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 Tuvalu and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Count Five to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
The Real Kids,
Thee Headcoats,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fire Engines,
Pharoah Sanders,
In Retrospect,
Blake Baxter,
Tomorrow,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lyres,
The Fuzztones,
Severed Heads,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pussy Galore,
Sun Ra,
Lalann,
Zapp,
Soulsonic Force,
The Searchers,
The Leaves,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marvin Gaye,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lungfish,
Guru Guru,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
ABC,
Nick Fraelich,
Stetsasonic,
Ludus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Thompson Twins,
Slave,
Barrington Levy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joey Negro,
Pulsallama,
The Fugs,
Marine Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tom Boy,
Soft Cell,
Deakin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nas,
Wolf Eyes,
Soul II Soul,
Aaron Thompson,
Wasted Youth,
Crash Course in Science,
Dorothy Ashby,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Human League,
Neu!,
Vladislav Delay,
Howard Jones,
The Pretty Things,
The Gap Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang Starr,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.