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 Tunisia and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Aswad to the rock 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Los Fastidios,
Jesper Dahlback,
Subhumans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Arcadia,
Danielle Patucci,
Cal Tjader,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Girls At Our Best!,
Davy DMX,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Womack,
Deakin,
La Düsseldorf,
Gerry Rafferty,
Technova,
Pharoah Sanders,
Half Japanese,
Barrington Levy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Angels of Light,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gun Club,
Television Personalities,
Suburban Knight,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Buckinghams,
Soul II Soul,
The Residents,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joe Smooth,
Surgeon,
Soulsonic Force,
The Litter,
Kayak,
Reuben Wilson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Moleskins,
Carl Craig,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Tremeloes,
Unrelated Segments,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eurythmics,
Radiohead,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Saints,
The Slackers,
the Germs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Byron Stingily,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultimate Spinach,
Albert Ayler,
Wire,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.