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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Godley & Creme to the grime 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
The New Christs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Matthew Bourne,
Sister Nancy,
R.M.O.,
The Smiths,
Warsaw,
Idris Muhammad,
the Soft Cell,
Bill Near,
Lalann,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Neil Young,
Fluxion,
Faust,
Sound Behaviour,
The Kinks,
Rod Modell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pole,
Rotary Connection,
Godley & Creme,
Juan Atkins,
David McCallum,
Maleditus Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Accadde A,
Popol Vuh,
The Misunderstood,
Metal Thangz,
Cymande,
Brand Nubian,
DJ Style,
Tomorrow,
Pussy Galore,
Loose Ends,
Patti Smith,
The Birthday Party,
Soul II Soul,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Erykah Badu,
Sun City Girls,
The Trojans,
Bang On A Can,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Blossom Toes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scrapy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Organ,
Anthony Braxton,
The Buckinghams,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deakin,
Urselle,
Soulsonic Force,
Suicide,
Joy Division,
Agitation Free,
Nik Kershaw,
The Pretty Things,
Trumans Water,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.