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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 The Young Rascals to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Searchers,
Fear,
Ten City,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lucky Dragons,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scrapy,
Jacques Brel,
The New Christs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Flash Fearless,
Eve St. Jones,
UT,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang Green,
Idris Muhammad,
Television Personalities,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Byrd,
World's Most,
Pulsallama,
a-ha,
This Heat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Divine Comedy,
Franke,
Stereo Dub,
Adolescents,
Joensuu 1685,
Electric Prunes,
The Real Kids,
The Monochrome Set,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lalo Schifrin,
Howard Jones,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mad Mike,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soft Cell,
Ultra Naté,
Sarah Menescal,
Marc Almond,
Sonny Sharrock,
Royal Trux,
Whodini,
EPMD,
ABBA,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pere Ubu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Moon,
Flipper,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cluster,
Suburban Knight,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.