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 Belize and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 Man Parrish to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Aaron Thompson,
Aural Exciters,
Man Parrish,
Khruangbin,
Roxette,
John Cale,
Dennis Brown,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ohio Players,
Qualms,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Doors,
Bob Dylan,
The Searchers,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Bar-Kays,
The Techniques,
Soulsonic Force,
Niagra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Chris & Cosey,
Robert Hood,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jerry's Kids,
Faust,
Buzzcocks,
The Last Poets,
The Moleskins,
Organ,
Procol Harum,
Spandau Ballet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Animal Collective,
Rotary Connection,
Graham Central Station,
Camberwell Now,
Gong,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barry Ungar,
Don Cherry,
Nik Kershaw,
Livin' Joy,
Royal Trux,
Roy Ayers,
Pantaleimon,
Tim Buckley,
Deadbeat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Mummies,
Pagans,
Ice-T,
Schoolly D,
Robert Görl,
Essential Logic,
Nils Olav,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.