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 Ireland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 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 Gabor Szabo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Suicide,
Grauzone,
Von Mondo,
The Raincoats,
The Birthday Party,
Pagans,
The Toasters,
KRS-One,
Marmalade,
Ludus,
Country Teasers,
Con Funk Shun,
John Cale,
Ralphi Rosario,
Amon Düül,
Harmonia,
The Residents,
Susan Cadogan,
The Wake,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Association,
The Leaves,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jandek,
The Happenings,
OOIOO,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Public Enemy,
The Monks,
MC5,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Organ,
X-Ray Spex,
Cecil Taylor,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tim Buckley,
Pantytec,
Scion,
DNA,
Loose Ends,
Althea and Donna,
A Certain Ratio,
Dawn Penn,
Severed Heads,
Gerry Rafferty,
Yellowson,
Subhumans,
The Tremeloes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brothers Johnson,
Q and Not U,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Swans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Blancmange,
Massinfluence,
The Slits,
Chris & Cosey,
Erasure,
The American Breed,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.