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 Greece and from Johannesburg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Robert Palmer 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the disco 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a guitar 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 chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
The Durutti Column,
Loose Ends,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nick Fraelich,
Peter & Gordon,
Arcadia,
Archie Shepp,
Lee Hazlewood,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Television Personalities,
Animal Collective,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Technova,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Blake Baxter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Metal Thangz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Junior Murvin,
Agitation Free,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Pus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Unwound,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kerri Chandler,
Letta Mbulu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brothers Johnson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Barracudas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Agent Orange,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Radiohead,
Massinfluence,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Niagra,
Trumans Water,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Evens,
Bobby Sherman,
Minnie Riperton,
Slick Rick,
Lou Reed,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Smiths,
Panda Bear,
the Germs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Move,
Von Mondo,
Spandau Ballet,
Model 500,
Jimmy McGriff,
David McCallum,
Barbara Tucker,
Jacob Miller,
The Moody Blues,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.