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 Malawi and from Sao Paulo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Make Up,
The Cowsills,
Swans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Freddie Wadling,
Amon Düül,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Johnny Clarke,
Andrew Hill,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gun Club,
Gang of Four,
Silicon Teens,
This Heat,
The Last Poets,
The Black Dice,
T. Rex,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Moon,
Sugar Minott,
The Victims,
Icehouse,
The Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Oblivians,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ten City,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sixth Finger,
Terry Callier,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ice-T,
Anakelly,
Severed Heads,
AZ,
Altered Images,
Fela Kuti,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Smog,
Sparks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dual Sessions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Tremeloes,
Joey Negro,
Robert Wyatt,
The Associates,
Wolf Eyes,
Depeche Mode,
Japan,
Kerri Chandler,
Slave,
the Human League,
Eden Ahbez,
Parry Music,
Adolescents,
Joyce Sims,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.