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 Philadelphia.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Slick Rick to the rock 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dark Day,
Thee Headcoats,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bill Wells,
Josef K,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nico,
Matthew Bourne,
New York Dolls,
Shuggie Otis,
Bang On A Can,
A Certain Ratio,
Ponytail,
Drexciya,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sex Pistols,
Camberwell Now,
Amazonics,
Fear,
China Crisis,
Heaven 17,
Sight & Sound,
Cymande,
The Mummies,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Accadde A,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Chris Corsano,
The Birthday Party,
Maurizio,
Prince Buster,
Hashim,
Gichy Dan,
Wings,
Sandy B,
The Beau Brummels,
The Slackers,
Skaos,
The Gun Club,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cure,
Nation of Ulysses,
Quando Quango,
Stockholm Monsters,
H. Thieme,
John Cale,
Technova,
Stiv Bators,
Reuben Wilson,
Zero Boys,
Bauhaus,
Mars,
PIL,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gories,
Talk Talk,
The Star Department,
The Monochrome Set,
Robert Görl,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Gladiators,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.