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 Malta and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Wally Richardson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang Green,
One Last Wish,
The Invisible,
Qualms,
Unrelated Segments,
Marc Almond,
Ludus,
Sun Ra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Sherman,
Joy Division,
Jacob Miller,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fad Gadget,
Mark Hollis,
Swans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dead Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
Pierre Henry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Quadrant,
Junior Murvin,
Harpers Bizarre,
MDC,
Ken Boothe,
Average White Band,
Lower 48,
The Wake,
Liliput,
Kurtis Blow,
Eden Ahbez,
Oblivians,
Masters at Work,
Suicide,
Sonny Sharrock,
JFA,
Duran Duran,
Stiv Bators,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eurythmics,
The Dirtbombs,
Barry Ungar,
Visage,
The American Breed,
Sugar Minott,
Bizarre Inc.,
Chris & Cosey,
Goldenarms,
Dorothy Ashby,
Grandmaster Flash,
Godley & Creme,
Roy Ayers,
Stereo Dub,
B.T. Express,
Icehouse,
Bush Tetras,
The Toasters,
H. Thieme,
Fear,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.