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 Madagascar and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Holger Czukay 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 Residents to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
The Mummies,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Human League,
Danielle Patucci,
Cecil Taylor,
Barrington Levy,
T. Rex,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marc Almond,
Crooked Eye,
Drexciya,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mark Hollis,
Lalann,
Lou Christie,
cv313,
Ken Boothe,
The Moody Blues,
Bush Tetras,
The Happenings,
Buzzcocks,
The Litter,
Roger Hodgson,
AZ,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pussy Galore,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultra Naté,
Peter & Gordon,
Wire,
Television Personalities,
June Days,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Buckinghams,
Wally Richardson,
Anthony Braxton,
Davy DMX,
Suburban Knight,
Howard Jones,
Unrelated Segments,
Symarip,
Scrapy,
The Durutti Column,
Rosa Yemen,
Connie Case,
DJ Sneak,
Supertramp,
Massinfluence,
La Düsseldorf,
Sight & Sound,
Ice-T,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
A Certain Ratio,
Bronski Beat,
Carl Craig,
Fort Wilson Riot,
F. McDonald,
Josef K,
The Raincoats,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.