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 Paraguay and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 B.T. Express to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sarah Menescal,
The Moody Blues,
The Cramps,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Swans,
Stiv Bators,
Mantronix,
Crime,
Piero Umiliani,
The Kinks,
Howard Jones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soul II Soul,
Sex Pistols,
Mandrill,
Fad Gadget,
Tom Boy,
David Axelrod,
Wings,
The Cure,
Pulsallama,
Mark Hollis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Sonics,
Basic Channel,
Maurizio,
The Gun Club,
Model 500,
Boogie Down Productions,
Radio Birdman,
Essential Logic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bootsy Collins,
The Walker Brothers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Association,
Tim Buckley,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Blackbyrds,
Soulsonic Force,
Stereo Dub,
Rosa Yemen,
Rites of Spring,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gladiators,
The Fall,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rod Modell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camouflage,
Alison Limerick,
Whodini,
Audionom,
Ornette Coleman,
Skarface,
The Remains,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.