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 Nepal and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kas Product to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gap Band,
Quadrant,
Zapp,
Electric Light Orchestra,
World's Most,
Cal Tjader,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Maleditus Sound,
Boredoms,
Radiohead,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Lydon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Moon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eric Copeland,
Sällskapet,
The Neon Judgement,
Warren Ellis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Saccharine Trust,
Steve Hackett,
James White and The Blacks,
The Divine Comedy,
Brass Construction,
Yusef Lateef,
Buzzcocks,
Bad Manners,
Joe Smooth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Don Cherry,
Michelle Simonal,
Nation of Ulysses,
Amazonics,
H. Thieme,
Electric Prunes,
Surgeon,
OOIOO,
Los Fastidios,
The Victims,
The Kinks,
The Saints,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grey Daturas,
Pole,
The Five Americans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Albert Ayler,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nils Olav,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soft Machine,
Technova,
Ossler,
Niagra,
Bootsy Collins,
Johnny Clarke,
Al Stewart,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.