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 Togo and from Toronto.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Trojans to the rap 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
The Move,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Byrd,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Moon,
Pylon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang of Four,
Slick Rick,
The Martian,
Sun Ra,
The Trojans,
Infiniti,
Black Bananas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Masters at Work,
Newcleus,
Peter & Gordon,
kango's stein massive,
The Evens,
The New Christs,
10cc,
Sarah Menescal,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Technova,
Roxy Music,
Ohio Players,
Joensuu 1685,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Offenders,
The Mummies,
Peter and Kerry,
AZ,
World's Most,
Stiv Bators,
Minny Pops,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jeff Lynne,
The Happenings,
The Monochrome Set,
Ice-T,
Gong,
Sällskapet,
K-Klass,
Jeff Mills,
Terry Callier,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Reuben Wilson,
Saccharine Trust,
Barclay James Harvest,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roxette,
A Certain Ratio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grey Daturas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Charles Mingus,
Neil Young,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.