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 Iran and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
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 mellotron 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 Nation of Ulysses to the techno 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
The Dead C,
The Gladiators,
Byron Stingily,
Lindisfarne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Banda Bassotti,
Moebius,
The Toasters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Skarface,
the Sonics,
Eddi Front,
The Birthday Party,
Godley & Creme,
Hardrive,
Juan Atkins,
Goldenarms,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joensuu 1685,
Mission of Burma,
Outsiders,
Rufus Thomas,
Shoche,
Skriet,
The Wake,
Moby Grape,
Arab on Radar,
Girls At Our Best!,
Archie Shepp,
Fatback Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Grass Roots,
Kerri Chandler,
Public Enemy,
Lucky Dragons,
Babytalk,
Black Sheep,
KRS-One,
Kenny Larkin,
Tres Demented,
Althea and Donna,
Sister Nancy,
10cc,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mandrill,
Little Man,
Television,
The Moody Blues,
Bang On A Can,
Inner City,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pere Ubu,
Pylon,
Quando Quango,
Bootsy Collins,
Sam Rivers,
Index,
Barrington Levy,
Theoretical Girls,
Main Source,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.