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 Guinea-Bissau and from Woodstock.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum 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 Siglo XX to the punk 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lyres,
Soft Machine,
Nick Fraelich,
Theoretical Girls,
Deepchord,
The Dead C,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gichy Dan,
Nik Kershaw,
the Normal,
The Cowsills,
Fear,
cv313,
The Skatalites,
Pantaleimon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Drexciya,
David McCallum,
Kas Product,
Matthew Halsall,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang Starr,
The Last Poets,
Michelle Simonal,
Depeche Mode,
Joe Finger,
Blossom Toes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Standells,
Electric Prunes,
Shoche,
Harry Pussy,
The Residents,
The Fuzztones,
Suicide,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sam Rivers,
Black Moon,
Infiniti,
The Wake,
Ohio Players,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dead Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
Monolake,
Eddi Front,
The Mummies,
Animal Collective,
Gong,
Mars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Warren Ellis,
Black Bananas,
Interpol,
Pere Ubu,
Fugazi,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cramps,
The Kinks,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.