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 Turkey and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sound Behaviour to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ronnie Foster,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cybotron,
Eve St. Jones,
Sällskapet,
The Move,
Technova,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang of Four,
Harmonia,
EPMD,
Underground Resistance,
The Grass Roots,
UT,
Scrapy,
Wally Richardson,
Maurizio,
Chris Corsano,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bauhaus,
Television Personalities,
Ronan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Qualms,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Curtis Mayfield,
K-Klass,
Eric Copeland,
The Misunderstood,
Accadde A,
Bronski Beat,
Gil Scott Heron,
Japan,
Black Sheep,
Don Cherry,
Godley & Creme,
The Flesh Eaters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sister Nancy,
Hot Snakes,
Smog,
Warren Ellis,
The Angels of Light,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Reed,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lucky Dragons,
Wire,
Rites of Spring,
Terry Callier,
Joe Smooth,
Fat Boys,
Joyce Sims,
Terrestrial Tones,
FM Einheit,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Suicide,
The Cramps,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.