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 Zimbabwe and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Clear Light to the disco 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Glambeats Corp.,
Icehouse,
Michelle Simonal,
Babytalk,
Monolake,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Derrick May,
Eric Copeland,
The Monochrome Set,
The Offenders,
Gichy Dan,
Los Fastidios,
Fat Boys,
the Sonics,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soft Machine,
Bush Tetras,
Symarip,
Marvin Gaye,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Banda Bassotti,
Amon Düül II,
Liliput,
Arcadia,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pulsallama,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Harmonia,
48th St. Collective,
John Coltrane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Smoke,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tim Buckley,
DNA,
Deepchord,
Morten Harket,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Swans,
Sonic Youth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Henry Cow,
Oblivians,
Drexciya,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thompson Twins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bill Near,
Mad Mike,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Metal Thangz,
The Dirtbombs,
Stiv Bators,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.