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 Congo and from Salvador.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 Patti Smith to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Womack,
Reuben Wilson,
Tres Demented,
Chris Corsano,
Banda Bassotti,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pantaleimon,
Section 25,
Gang of Four,
Cluster,
New Age Steppers,
The Remains,
Nas,
Crime,
Chris & Cosey,
Nik Kershaw,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Shoche,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Smiths,
Bill Near,
Dennis Brown,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Flag,
48th St. Collective,
Rosa Yemen,
the Bar-Kays,
David Bowie,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Icehouse,
Minnie Riperton,
Barrington Levy,
Eric Copeland,
Scan 7,
Gabor Szabo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gichy Dan,
The Slits,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Zapp,
Qualms,
Eve St. Jones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Theoretical Girls,
Newcleus,
the Swans,
Heaven 17,
Q and Not U,
The Gap Band,
Sugar Minott,
Niagra,
Andrew Hill,
Mark Hollis,
U.S. Maple,
Kool Moe Dee,
Warren Ellis,
Organ,
Marmalade,
Sound Behaviour,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.