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 Lebanon and from Halifax.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Mo-Dettes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
ABC,
Desert Stars,
Al Stewart,
Anakelly,
Heaven 17,
the Soft Cell,
Underground Resistance,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
T. Rex,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Reagan Youth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Isaac Hayes,
John Coltrane,
R.M.O.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Spoonie Gee,
Neu!,
Jeff Lynne,
The Associates,
Niagra,
The Knickerbockers,
KRS-One,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bronski Beat,
Derrick Morgan,
Moss Icon,
Hashim,
Public Image Ltd.,
Morten Harket,
China Crisis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minnie Riperton,
The Grass Roots,
Soul II Soul,
Bizarre Inc.,
B.T. Express,
Negative Approach,
Juan Atkins,
DNA,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mad Mike,
Charles Mingus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Five Americans,
the Association,
Michelle Simonal,
Barry Ungar,
Khruangbin,
The Smiths,
Neil Young,
The Tremeloes,
Aural Exciters,
Bad Manners,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sandy B,
Sarah Menescal,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.