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 Philippines and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb 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 Delon & Dalcan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Malaria!,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Public Image Ltd.,
Metal Thangz,
The Gap Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Television Personalities,
Bootsy Collins,
Icehouse,
June of 44,
10cc,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jandek,
Massinfluence,
Idris Muhammad,
The Dave Clark Five,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Bananas,
Oneida,
Crispian St. Peters,
Drexciya,
Quando Quango,
Michelle Simonal,
Minor Threat,
Bronski Beat,
June Days,
Kayak,
Lakeside,
The Blackbyrds,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Invisible,
Camberwell Now,
Rhythm & Sound,
kango's stein massive,
Anakelly,
Derrick Morgan,
The Dirtbombs,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Barracudas,
Bill Wells,
Magazine,
Mr. Review,
Nick Fraelich,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Donny Hathaway,
Bluetip,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Laurel Aitken,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roger Hodgson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Vainqueur,
The Pretty Things,
The Saints,
Dawn Penn,
Hardrive,
the Bar-Kays,
Nils Olav,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.