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 Sierra Leone and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Yazoo to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Tubeway Army,
Boz Scaggs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Funkadelic,
Absolute Body Control,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Moon,
Joey Negro,
Deakin,
Newcleus,
New York Dolls,
Lindisfarne,
Joyce Sims,
China Crisis,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Amon Düül II,
The Fuzztones,
New Age Steppers,
the Germs,
Minutemen,
Scratch Acid,
Heaven 17,
Das Ding,
Peter and Kerry,
Make Up,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Pus,
Lightning Bolt,
Eurythmics,
Faust,
Youth Brigade,
Bluetip,
Moss Icon,
Sparks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Qualms,
Desert Stars,
The Beau Brummels,
The Slits,
Robert Görl,
Loose Ends,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Urselle,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dawn Penn,
Vainqueur,
Alphaville,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Index,
Quadrant,
Talk Talk,
Mary Jane Girls,
Accadde A,
Bobby Womack,
Charles Mingus,
Cal Tjader,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.