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 France and from Accra.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 organ 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 Lebanon Hanover to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Dennis Brown,
Fluxion,
The Smiths,
New York Dolls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brick,
Deepchord,
Bronski Beat,
Jesper Dahlback,
One Last Wish,
H. Thieme,
Marc Almond,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Pretty Things,
Eric Dolphy,
CMW,
The Monks,
Scrapy,
R.M.O.,
Audionom,
Delon & Dalcan,
Morten Harket,
Agitation Free,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sparks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Foxx,
Depeche Mode,
Anthony Braxton,
New Age Steppers,
Jeff Lynne,
Radiopuhelimet,
This Heat,
Ultravox,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Knickerbockers,
Stiv Bators,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Leonard Cohen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gichy Dan,
Harry Pussy,
The Birthday Party,
The Seeds,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jerry's Kids,
The Leaves,
Steve Hackett,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Archie Shepp,
Jacob Miller,
Donald Byrd,
Pantaleimon,
The Remains,
B.T. Express,
Skriet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Angry Samoans,
Harmonia,
Smog,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.