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 Argentina and from Delhi.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe 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 The Last Poets to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
The Stooges,
Public Enemy,
Minor Threat,
Groovy Waters,
Minnie Riperton,
Motorama,
Connie Case,
The Monochrome Set,
Cybotron,
Yusef Lateef,
Jawbox,
Nik Kershaw,
Harry Pussy,
The New Christs,
Arcadia,
Wasted Youth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Monolake,
Intrusion,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hoover,
Lucky Dragons,
John Holt,
Q and Not U,
ABBA,
Ituana,
The Golliwogs,
Soft Machine,
Black Bananas,
Japan,
The Angels of Light,
Eric Copeland,
Franke,
Camouflage,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Shadows of Knight,
Massinfluence,
In Retrospect,
Trumans Water,
The Count Five,
Tubeway Army,
Marmalade,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pulsallama,
Gil Scott Heron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Toni Rubio,
Suburban Knight,
Heaven 17,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Average White Band,
The Seeds,
The Busters,
Yazoo,
Judy Mowatt,
Erykah Badu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Letta Mbulu,
Archie Shepp,
Aural Exciters,
Ludus,
Joensuu 1685,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.