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 Switzerland and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 The Misunderstood to the grime 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Knickerbockers,
Grauzone,
Gang Starr,
Wings,
R.M.O.,
Nick Fraelich,
Symarip,
a-ha,
PIL,
Cluster,
Cheater Slicks,
Skaos,
The Angels of Light,
The Stooges,
Alphaville,
Radio Birdman,
Lucky Dragons,
Camouflage,
Black Sheep,
The Gap Band,
Pylon,
Marmalade,
the Sonics,
Arthur Verocai,
LL Cool J,
Simply Red,
Lebanon Hanover,
Funky Four + One,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Swans,
Todd Terry,
Jeff Lynne,
Groovy Waters,
Steve Hackett,
E-Dancer,
Susan Cadogan,
The Birthday Party,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kas Product,
Brass Construction,
The Buckinghams,
Josef K,
Moby Grape,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sun City Girls,
Chrome,
The Pop Group,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minor Threat,
Bluetip,
The Searchers,
Eric Dolphy,
Ronan,
Cecil Taylor,
The Saints,
John Cale,
Audionom,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.