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 Germany and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 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 Hardrive to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Public Enemy,
Ornette Coleman,
Aural Exciters,
Tommy Roe,
June Days,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mission of Burma,
Deadbeat,
The Cowsills,
Rekid,
Scott Walker,
Electric Prunes,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cramps,
Gang Green,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
48th St. Collective,
Yusef Lateef,
The Buckinghams,
Fluxion,
Can,
Derrick May,
Gang of Four,
The Kinks,
Dave Gahan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Country Teasers,
AZ,
Section 25,
the Normal,
The Five Americans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Toni Rubio,
Matthew Bourne,
Man Parrish,
Delon & Dalcan,
Trumans Water,
Popol Vuh,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Christie,
Amon Düül II,
Symarip,
Index,
Thee Headcoats,
The Golliwogs,
The Grass Roots,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Moby Grape,
Lightning Bolt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Franke,
The Fall,
Public Image Ltd.,
Steve Hackett,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Blancmange,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Adolescents,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.