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 Israel and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jeru the Damaja to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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 Soft Cell,
Sällskapet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soft Cell,
Cameo,
Bootsy Collins,
Kurtis Blow,
Loose Ends,
Fatback Band,
Ultravox,
Steve Hackett,
Chris & Cosey,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Massinfluence,
Icehouse,
Ken Boothe,
The Golliwogs,
Cluster,
Mark Hollis,
Scratch Acid,
The Smiths,
Talk Talk,
The Fugs,
Heaven 17,
Lindisfarne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Swans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Toni Rubio,
Procol Harum,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ronnie Foster,
Johnny Clarke,
Section 25,
Eric Dolphy,
Outsiders,
The Blackbyrds,
X-102,
La Düsseldorf,
Skriet,
Carl Craig,
The Gap Band,
The Gladiators,
The Neon Judgement,
Quando Quango,
Half Japanese,
Isaac Hayes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hasil Adkins,
Adolescents,
Bob Dylan,
Visage,
Ronan,
Schoolly D,
Sonic Youth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Delta 5,
Skarface,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.