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 Denmark and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar 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 Barclay James Harvest to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots 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 grime 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
L. Decosne,
The American Breed,
Joyce Sims,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Motorama,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Modern Lovers,
Isaac Hayes,
Danielle Patucci,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Underground Resistance,
Jeff Mills,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gerry Rafferty,
Youth Brigade,
Angry Samoans,
The Raincoats,
These Immortal Souls,
Swell Maps,
Tommy Roe,
The Selecter,
The Blues Magoos,
Minutemen,
the Germs,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Soft Cell,
Cluster,
Gregory Isaacs,
Trumans Water,
U.S. Maple,
Gabor Szabo,
Piero Umiliani,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soul II Soul,
Anthony Braxton,
Index,
Mission of Burma,
Swans,
Sixth Finger,
Skaos,
Junior Murvin,
Suicide,
Nick Fraelich,
Main Source,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rosa Yemen,
Vainqueur,
Lee Hazlewood,
Janne Schatter,
Soft Cell,
Whodini,
The Happenings,
Delta 5,
Fad Gadget,
Zero Boys,
Guru Guru,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pole,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.