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 Austria and from Glasgow.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Erasure to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Silicon Teens,
Black Flag,
Ponytail,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Quantec,
Kas Product,
Minor Threat,
Zapp,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Outsiders,
Alphaville,
Danielle Patucci,
Y Pants,
June Days,
Anakelly,
Delta 5,
The Dead C,
Wally Richardson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Music Machine,
kango's stein massive,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cameo,
The Fuzztones,
Howard Jones,
Gichy Dan,
Rapeman,
The Searchers,
Nation of Ulysses,
China Crisis,
David McCallum,
Heaven 17,
The Birthday Party,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Womack,
Byron Stingily,
Funkadelic,
John Coltrane,
Mad Mike,
Young Marble Giants,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deakin,
Eden Ahbez,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rekid,
The Litter,
Altered Images,
Carl Craig,
Barrington Levy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mary Jane Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fela Kuti,
Kaleidoscope,
Youth Brigade,
Barry Ungar,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.