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 Somalia and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Terry Callier to the funk 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cure,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Faraquet,
Country Teasers,
Eli Mardock,
Rakim,
The Red Krayola,
Jawbox,
The Offenders,
Gong,
The Smiths,
Agitation Free,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Standells,
Girls At Our Best!,
Skarface,
Shoche,
Bobbi Humphrey,
This Heat,
Von Mondo,
David McCallum,
The Motions,
Audionom,
Y Pants,
Swans,
The Slits,
Marine Girls,
Maurizio,
Amazonics,
James White and The Blacks,
Whodini,
Underground Resistance,
Alphaville,
DNA,
These Immortal Souls,
Freddie Wadling,
Ronnie Foster,
Ten City,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bootsy Collins,
Theoretical Girls,
The Vogues,
Con Funk Shun,
Boz Scaggs,
Camberwell Now,
The Gap Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Laurel Aitken,
David Bowie,
June of 44,
Index,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Stooges,
Negative Approach,
Absolute Body Control,
Trumans Water,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.