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 South Africa and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Misunderstood to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Lakeside,
The Busters,
Lungfish,
Soft Cell,
Andrew Hill,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pantaleimon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bad Manners,
Minnie Riperton,
The Smiths,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fluxion,
Gerry Rafferty,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Robert Hood,
Skaos,
Y Pants,
Ken Boothe,
Smog,
Depeche Mode,
Mantronix,
Amazonics,
Pussy Galore,
Oneida,
Harpers Bizarre,
Piero Umiliani,
Susan Cadogan,
ABBA,
The Smoke,
Echospace,
Surgeon,
the Germs,
Vainqueur,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kas Product,
Slick Rick,
The Angels of Light,
Magma,
Subhumans,
Sun City Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Christie,
The Fire Engines,
Glenn Branca,
Howard Jones,
Hasil Adkins,
Hot Snakes,
Letta Mbulu,
Nirvana,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Man Eating Sloth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Graham Central Station,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Sonics,
The Doobie Brothers,
Josef K,
Yusef Lateef,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.