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 Iceland and from Bologna.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe 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 Delta 5 to the electroclash 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Althea and Donna,
Drexciya,
Scott Walker,
Janne Schatter,
Michelle Simonal,
Warren Ellis,
The Gap Band,
K-Klass,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Walker Brothers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Byron Stingily,
Moebius,
Yusef Lateef,
Nils Olav,
Sugar Minott,
The Neon Judgement,
Camouflage,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Livin' Joy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marc Almond,
H. Thieme,
Blossom Toes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jawbox,
Andrew Hill,
Radiopuhelimet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Sonics,
Chrome,
Eli Mardock,
Gerry Rafferty,
Thompson Twins,
Mission of Burma,
Easy Going,
Cluster,
Pylon,
Sällskapet,
Lungfish,
The Victims,
Con Funk Shun,
Buzzcocks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Guru Guru,
Warsaw,
The Divine Comedy,
Todd Rundgren,
Amazonics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Funkadelic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Reed,
The Techniques,
Anakelly,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nico,
Cecil Taylor,
China Crisis,
Subhumans,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.