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 Senegal and from Beijing.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Anakelly to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sparks,
Magma,
Essential Logic,
The Young Rascals,
The Wake,
the Germs,
The Grass Roots,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Harry Pussy,
Tres Demented,
Cameo,
Joe Smooth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Connie Case,
Lakeside,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hashim,
The Human League,
The Move,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Peter & Gordon,
Intrusion,
Audionom,
Warsaw,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Saints,
Crash Course in Science,
The Gories,
Bush Tetras,
Erasure,
The Associates,
Marc Almond,
The Pop Group,
The Slits,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Music Machine,
Young Marble Giants,
Gabor Szabo,
Depeche Mode,
Drexciya,
Trumans Water,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wire,
Vainqueur,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tim Buckley,
Eli Mardock,
Soul Sonic Force,
OOIOO,
Henry Cow,
Rapeman,
Lightning Bolt,
Tears for Fears,
Kool Moe Dee,
David Axelrod,
The Neon Judgement,
the Human League,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.