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 Luxembourg and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
The J.B.'s,
The Mojo Men,
DNA,
The Electric Prunes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Vogues,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Flipper,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fire Engines,
Flash Fearless,
Sarah Menescal,
Steve Hackett,
Arthur Verocai,
Maleditus Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marvin Gaye,
Lyres,
The Standells,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Porter Ricks,
Fugazi,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Graham Central Station,
Wire,
The Fuzztones,
Marine Girls,
Sällskapet,
Alphaville,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fela Kuti,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
World's Most,
DJ Sneak,
Chrome,
the Sonics,
Parry Music,
Fatback Band,
The Dirtbombs,
UT,
The Associates,
Model 500,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joy Division,
Q and Not U,
Camberwell Now,
Brand Nubian,
L. Decosne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pantytec,
Joyce Sims,
Flamin' Groovies,
Warsaw,
Organ,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.