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 Uruguay and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Gabor Szabo to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Oblivians,
Michelle Simonal,
Thompson Twins,
The Modern Lovers,
X-Ray Spex,
Sound Behaviour,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cheater Slicks,
The Knickerbockers,
Amon Düül II,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Tremeloes,
Blake Baxter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pet Shop Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DJ Sneak,
Magma,
The Gories,
Crooked Eye,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Moon,
Bobby Sherman,
Max Romeo,
Blancmange,
Buzzcocks,
Alice Coltrane,
Minor Threat,
The Walker Brothers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Q65,
David McCallum,
Nik Kershaw,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
June Days,
The Moody Blues,
Scratch Acid,
Lalo Schifrin,
Easy Going,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Litter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Clear Light,
Sällskapet,
Desert Stars,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scion,
Bootsy Collins,
Soft Machine,
Johnny Osbourne,
Faust,
Malaria!,
The Velvet Underground,
Mark Hollis,
Aswad,
The Young Rascals,
Das Ding,
Vainqueur,
OOIOO,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.