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 Nicaragua and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar 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 Isaac Hayes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roger Hodgson,
The Grass Roots,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultravox,
Parry Music,
Anthony Braxton,
Marvin Gaye,
The Offenders,
The Black Dice,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lungfish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Television Personalities,
PIL,
Ultra Naté,
The Detroit Cobras,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Skatalites,
Goldenarms,
Mr. Review,
Severed Heads,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Zapp,
8 Eyed Spy,
Freddie Wadling,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Morten Harket,
Maurizio,
Patti Smith,
Arcadia,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jacques Brel,
Lightning Bolt,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fall,
Model 500,
Godley & Creme,
The Smiths,
Howard Jones,
Jawbox,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Wake,
The Knickerbockers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stereo Dub,
Minor Threat,
Rites of Spring,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gun Club,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Delta 5,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mantronix,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Moby Grape,
Barclay James Harvest,
Amazonics,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.