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 Andorra and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
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 linndrum 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 Godley & Creme to the rap 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers,
Q and Not U,
X-Ray Spex,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kevin Saunderson,
Funkadelic,
Anakelly,
Trumans Water,
Arab on Radar,
Soft Cell,
Theoretical Girls,
The Leaves,
Hardrive,
Dawn Penn,
Deadbeat,
The Tremeloes,
UT,
Grey Daturas,
Rites of Spring,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sugar Minott,
Archie Shepp,
One Last Wish,
Yusef Lateef,
Bang On A Can,
Wire,
Chris Corsano,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Henry Cow,
Yaz,
Livin' Joy,
Saccharine Trust,
Tim Buckley,
Girls At Our Best!,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soulsonic Force,
Sällskapet,
Zapp,
Jandek,
Clear Light,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marine Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Das Ding,
Lebanon Hanover,
A Certain Ratio,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Divine Comedy,
Joe Smooth,
Todd Rundgren,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Absolute Body Control,
Hot Snakes,
Slave,
Liliput,
Rotary Connection,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roxette,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.