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 Cambodia and from Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the dance 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
These Immortal Souls,
The Red Krayola,
The Gun Club,
Pere Ubu,
a-ha,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
AZ,
the Human League,
Sällskapet,
Silicon Teens,
Slick Rick,
Wolf Eyes,
Siglo XX,
DJ Style,
David McCallum,
The Zeros,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fad Gadget,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Toasters,
Amon Düül II,
Brothers Johnson,
The Divine Comedy,
Cluster,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Litter,
Supertramp,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scratch Acid,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Flash Fearless,
The Gladiators,
The Busters,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Victims,
Janne Schatter,
La Düsseldorf,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scrapy,
Eurythmics,
Lower 48,
Underground Resistance,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ornette Coleman,
Blancmange,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mad Mike,
Nils Olav,
Clear Light,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deakin,
Nik Kershaw,
Unwound,
Roy Ayers,
Connie Case,
June Days,
R.M.O.,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.