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 Spain and from Mexico City.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer 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 Human League to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gerry Rafferty,
kango's stein massive,
Pussy Galore,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lakeside,
Bad Manners,
New Age Steppers,
Warsaw,
Skaos,
Boz Scaggs,
Scion,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Niagra,
Black Sheep,
Sun Ra,
Lower 48,
Masters at Work,
DJ Sneak,
PIL,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Index,
Bob Dylan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marshall Jefferson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Newcleus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joy Division,
The Young Rascals,
Outsiders,
Henry Cow,
EPMD,
the Human League,
Josef K,
Urselle,
Nico,
Guru Guru,
Wire,
The J.B.'s,
Dawn Penn,
The Fall,
Matthew Bourne,
Iggy Pop,
ABBA,
June Days,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barry Ungar,
Ludus,
T.S.O.L.,
Cheater Slicks,
The Busters,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Red Krayola,
Tears for Fears,
Rites of Spring,
A Certain Ratio,
Letta Mbulu,
Yazoo,
Fat Boys,
the Slits,
Lou Christie,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.