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 Mauritius and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Underground Resistance to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Wings,
The Dead C,
Janne Schatter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brass Construction,
Accadde A,
Cameo,
Second Layer,
Quadrant,
The Velvet Underground,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sonny Sharrock,
Blake Baxter,
Intrusion,
The Zeros,
the Swans,
One Last Wish,
Arcadia,
Fela Kuti,
Connie Case,
Suicide,
Little Man,
Deakin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Sheep,
Rakim,
Nils Olav,
Black Moon,
Absolute Body Control,
Wally Richardson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Oneida,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Moss Icon,
Adolescents,
Kenny Larkin,
Mark Hollis,
The Sound,
Angry Samoans,
Pantaleimon,
Tommy Roe,
Yazoo,
The Victims,
Matthew Bourne,
Scientists,
Sarah Menescal,
Los Fastidios,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Names,
Hasil Adkins,
Juan Atkins,
Zero Boys,
Lower 48,
Fear,
Joy Division,
Robert Görl,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Flash Fearless,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.