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 Germany and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Surgeon to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Visage,
Swans,
The Pop Group,
the Sonics,
Saccharine Trust,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Audionom,
Gang of Four,
Toni Rubio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Loose Ends,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Masters at Work,
Idris Muhammad,
The Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Victims,
The Fugs,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fortunes,
Gerry Rafferty,
X-Ray Spex,
Rapeman,
Avey Tare,
Duran Duran,
Neu!,
Das Ding,
Radiopuhelimet,
Albert Ayler,
Sugar Minott,
a-ha,
Marc Almond,
10cc,
John Foxx,
Steve Hackett,
The Stooges,
Average White Band,
Minutemen,
Sarah Menescal,
The Happenings,
Anthony Braxton,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
kango's stein massive,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Depeche Mode,
The Mummies,
John Holt,
Janne Schatter,
Eve St. Jones,
Malaria!,
Erykah Badu,
Blancmange,
F. McDonald,
Robert Hood,
A Certain Ratio,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.