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 Comoros and from Johannesburg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar 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 Kerri Chandler to the rap 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Michelle Simonal,
The New Christs,
Marc Almond,
Franke,
Colin Newman,
Ronan,
The Litter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roxy Music,
John Foxx,
June Days,
Rufus Thomas,
The Velvet Underground,
Adolescents,
Alice Coltrane,
The Moleskins,
Zero Boys,
The Cure,
Flipper,
H. Thieme,
The Fuzztones,
cv313,
Main Source,
Excepter,
Sixth Finger,
The Leaves,
Idris Muhammad,
Radio Birdman,
JFA,
Average White Band,
The Smoke,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Flag,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joe Finger,
Pussy Galore,
Deakin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Matthew Halsall,
Pierre Henry,
Accadde A,
Stockholm Monsters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Das Ding,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Soft Cell,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Christie,
Panda Bear,
Royal Trux,
Jacob Miller,
Man Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
CMW,
Erasure,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Beau Brummels,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dead Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.