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 Niger and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet 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 CMW to the dance 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
The Divine Comedy,
The Durutti Column,
Average White Band,
Neil Young,
Q and Not U,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Monolake,
Leonard Cohen,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Vogues,
Television Personalities,
New Age Steppers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Amon Düül II,
The Saints,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brand Nubian,
Andrew Hill,
Schoolly D,
The Real Kids,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jacques Brel,
48th St. Collective,
Drexciya,
Jesper Dahlback,
Don Cherry,
Anakelly,
The Trojans,
Reagan Youth,
Sonic Youth,
Thompson Twins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Matthew Bourne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Starr,
Clear Light,
The Fortunes,
Ultra Naté,
The Names,
The Mojo Men,
Mantronix,
Roger Hodgson,
Ponytail,
Wolf Eyes,
Saccharine Trust,
The Seeds,
Arthur Verocai,
8 Eyed Spy,
Agitation Free,
Marcia Griffiths,
Banda Bassotti,
Buzzcocks,
Neu!,
La Düsseldorf,
Funky Four + One,
Erasure,
Severed Heads,
Monks,
Fat Boys,
Cybotron,
Franke,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.