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 Sweden and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Suburban Knight to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Joe Finger,
Faust,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Trojans,
The Blackbyrds,
Funkadelic,
Letta Mbulu,
Scratch Acid,
Sixth Finger,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Birthday Party,
Yaz,
Lakeside,
Ronan,
Scott Walker,
Fat Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Detroit Cobras,
48th St. Collective,
Urselle,
Ossler,
Sex Pistols,
Peter & Gordon,
Trumans Water,
the Soft Cell,
ABBA,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pussy Galore,
The Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joey Negro,
Sun City Girls,
Wings,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Swell Maps,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Babytalk,
New Order,
Accadde A,
Swans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Loose Ends,
Lower 48,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yellowson,
Pantytec,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Busters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Can,
The Associates,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marvin Gaye,
Lightning Bolt,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.