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 Poland and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Niagra to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Wire,
Radio Birdman,
Aloha Tigers,
Matthew Halsall,
Nik Kershaw,
Dorothy Ashby,
Throbbing Gristle,
Amon Düül,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fugs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Max Romeo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
H. Thieme,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barclay James Harvest,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Glambeats Corp.,
T. Rex,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Knickerbockers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
cv313,
Funky Four + One,
Faraquet,
Danielle Patucci,
Jawbox,
Arcadia,
Goldenarms,
Clear Light,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lightning Bolt,
Yazoo,
Scan 7,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
China Crisis,
Howard Jones,
Tomorrow,
Shoche,
Mo-Dettes,
Laurel Aitken,
Don Cherry,
Black Moon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Quando Quango,
Minor Threat,
Masters at Work,
Pere Ubu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Zero Boys,
Prince Buster,
Eurythmics,
Fear,
Altered Images,
Bob Dylan,
Depeche Mode,
CMW,
The Raincoats,
Joe Smooth,
The Selecter,
Smog,
Matthew Bourne,
The Vogues,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.