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 Austria and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Brand Nubian to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yaz,
The Golliwogs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Accadde A,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Derrick May,
Smog,
The Walker Brothers,
Spandau Ballet,
Eric Copeland,
H. Thieme,
EPMD,
Nils Olav,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
In Retrospect,
Swell Maps,
New Order,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soft Cell,
The Buckinghams,
Sonic Youth,
Von Mondo,
Zero Boys,
Quadrant,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Talk Talk,
Jerry's Kids,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Sherman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dawn Penn,
Stockholm Monsters,
Negative Approach,
Black Sheep,
Buzzcocks,
Hasil Adkins,
Max Romeo,
UT,
Derrick Morgan,
Unwound,
the Human League,
Pylon,
Harmonia,
Whodini,
Wolf Eyes,
Brothers Johnson,
Dual Sessions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Skarface,
The Mojo Men,
The Remains,
Sandy B,
K-Klass,
The Kinks,
Cameo,
Hot Snakes,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.