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 Ethiopia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Glenn Branca,
Accadde A,
The Offenders,
Half Japanese,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fortunes,
The Wake,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Siglo XX,
Chrome,
Freddie Wadling,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bronski Beat,
Monks,
Echospace,
Infiniti,
Organ,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
X-102,
The Count Five,
Absolute Body Control,
Faraquet,
Funky Four + One,
Nik Kershaw,
Parry Music,
Peter and Kerry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Duran Duran,
Audionom,
Excepter,
Wings,
Pantytec,
Theoretical Girls,
Arcadia,
Deakin,
Soul II Soul,
Urselle,
Ponytail,
Roxy Music,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Swans,
The United States of America,
Cluster,
Jeff Lynne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Searchers,
Roger Hodgson,
EPMD,
Ultra Naté,
The Durutti Column,
Sarah Menescal,
Vladislav Delay,
The Mummies,
Spoonie Gee,
The Human League,
a-ha,
Harmonia,
OOIOO,
Darondo,
Sparks,
Marmalade,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.