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 Montenegro 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Associates to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Maleditus Sound,
Patti Smith,
The Beau Brummels,
Chris Corsano,
Byron Stingily,
In Retrospect,
Wings,
Rod Modell,
Swans,
Camberwell Now,
UT,
Japan,
Ituana,
Magazine,
Joe Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Magma,
Todd Rundgren,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Move,
Soul II Soul,
The Sonics,
Lindisfarne,
the Soft Cell,
Jeff Mills,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Evens,
The Grass Roots,
Scan 7,
Lakeside,
Lou Christie,
Prince Buster,
Andrew Hill,
Arcadia,
Roger Hodgson,
Rakim,
Clear Light,
Trumans Water,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
New Order,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
These Immortal Souls,
Tim Buckley,
Matthew Halsall,
Yellowson,
Hashim,
Cybotron,
Agent Orange,
Amazonics,
Motorama,
Lou Reed,
Cluster,
Das Ding,
Swell Maps,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
X-102,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marmalade,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.