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 Georgia and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Derrick Morgan to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day 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?
The Gladiators,
Wings,
Smog,
Mad Mike,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Panda Bear,
Donald Byrd,
Reagan Youth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Althea and Donna,
Quantec,
Kool Moe Dee,
Flash Fearless,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Angry Samoans,
Brand Nubian,
Sound Behaviour,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Talk Talk,
Metal Thangz,
Leonard Cohen,
Quadrant,
Subhumans,
the Germs,
Eli Mardock,
David Axelrod,
Section 25,
Ash Ra Tempel,
CMW,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kurtis Blow,
Nirvana,
Kerri Chandler,
Neil Young,
Suicide,
R.M.O.,
Tres Demented,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Adolescents,
UT,
The Associates,
Michelle Simonal,
Anakelly,
Darondo,
Agent Orange,
Arthur Verocai,
Make Up,
LL Cool J,
The Dave Clark Five,
Trumans Water,
Arcadia,
The Dirtbombs,
Echospace,
T. Rex,
The Saints,
Sarah Menescal,
The United States of America,
the Sonics,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.