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 Kosovo and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Vainqueur to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Divine Comedy,
Jacob Miller,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Toasters,
Liliput,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Shadows of Knight,
Negative Approach,
Echospace,
John Lydon,
Shuggie Otis,
The Litter,
Tim Buckley,
Tres Demented,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pantaleimon,
The Blues Magoos,
Pagans,
Unwound,
Supertramp,
Minutemen,
K-Klass,
Moby Grape,
Radio Birdman,
Franke,
Fela Kuti,
Loose Ends,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nick Fraelich,
Lindisfarne,
the Bar-Kays,
Index,
The Gories,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Raincoats,
Barrington Levy,
Jeff Lynne,
The Standells,
Yaz,
Maleditus Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soft Cell,
Visage,
The Gap Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Dark Day,
Minnie Riperton,
The Golliwogs,
Alison Limerick,
The Seeds,
Stereo Dub,
The Electric Prunes,
Donald Byrd,
Erasure,
Gang Starr,
The Pretty Things,
D'Angelo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Desert Stars,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.