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 South Sudan and from Cairo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 David Bowie 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 Nico to the disco 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Jerry's Kids,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scion,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
X-Ray Spex,
Judy Mowatt,
Lakeside,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joy Division,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cure,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Invisible,
Black Moon,
Television Personalities,
Tommy Roe,
James White and The Blacks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bush Tetras,
The Velvet Underground,
Lyres,
Motorama,
CMW,
Jacob Miller,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barry Ungar,
Television,
Echospace,
Anakelly,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Glambeats Corp.,
Boz Scaggs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Warren Ellis,
Cecil Taylor,
UT,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cowsills,
The Modern Lovers,
Sexual Harrassment,
L. Decosne,
Smog,
Banda Bassotti,
Negative Approach,
Laurel Aitken,
T.S.O.L.,
Roy Ayers,
The Gladiators,
Mars,
The Monks,
Aloha Tigers,
Sällskapet,
World's Most,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rod Modell,
The New Christs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Niagra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Alphaville,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.