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 Bhutan and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba 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 Gang of Four to the dance 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camberwell Now,
Little Man,
Ultimate Spinach,
Isaac Hayes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Easy Going,
Derrick May,
Metal Thangz,
Danielle Patucci,
Terry Callier,
Newcleus,
Erykah Badu,
Barbara Tucker,
Derrick Morgan,
Porter Ricks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
ABC,
Sister Nancy,
Reagan Youth,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sparks,
Eve St. Jones,
Bob Dylan,
Monolake,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dark Day,
The Cure,
The Cramps,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grauzone,
Bill Near,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Christie,
The Human League,
Thompson Twins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Radio Birdman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fat Boys,
Roxette,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cecil Taylor,
Lalann,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Buckinghams,
Dead Boys,
Sex Pistols,
Infiniti,
Popol Vuh,
Fugazi,
New York Dolls,
The Smoke,
The Gories,
The Raincoats,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.