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 Mozambique and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 spring reverb 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 David Axelrod 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Aloha Tigers,
Talk Talk,
JFA,
The Music Machine,
The Monochrome Set,
Agent Orange,
Alphaville,
Sight & Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
Y Pants,
Tommy Roe,
KRS-One,
Steve Hackett,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lebanon Hanover,
The J.B.'s,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Searchers,
Gabor Szabo,
Wire,
10cc,
Gichy Dan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cymande,
World's Most,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Television Personalities,
The Names,
Kurtis Blow,
Max Romeo,
Hashim,
Gang of Four,
Liliput,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lightning Bolt,
Mo-Dettes,
Basic Channel,
The Cowsills,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soft Cell,
The Blues Magoos,
Robert Wyatt,
Japan,
Fear,
Second Layer,
The Associates,
Marmalade,
Sarah Menescal,
Sparks,
The Walker Brothers,
Index,
Archie Shepp,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jerry's Kids,
Deadbeat,
Prince Buster,
Darondo,
Moss Icon,
DNA,
Minny Pops,
Lalann,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.