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 Lesotho and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soft Cell to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Fatback Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bad Manners,
Barrington Levy,
Pylon,
John Holt,
Mary Jane Girls,
Zero Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Barracudas,
The Index,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yusef Lateef,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Sheep,
X-102,
The Litter,
Black Pus,
Quantec,
Crooked Eye,
New Age Steppers,
La Düsseldorf,
Masters at Work,
The Monochrome Set,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sonic Youth,
Visage,
Q and Not U,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Divine Comedy,
Eurythmics,
Tears for Fears,
The Walker Brothers,
Don Cherry,
Suicide,
Fugazi,
Swans,
Laurel Aitken,
L. Decosne,
Flipper,
Fluxion,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brothers Johnson,
the Swans,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Beau Brummels,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cameo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alphaville,
Newcleus,
Susan Cadogan,
Von Mondo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Zeros,
Ice-T,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.