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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum 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 Simply Red to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Skaos,
Buzzcocks,
Underground Resistance,
The Mojo Men,
Crash Course in Science,
The Sonics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ponytail,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Motions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joe Finger,
Jacob Miller,
Loose Ends,
Sexual Harrassment,
Derrick May,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cluster,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Visage,
The Electric Prunes,
Bronski Beat,
Gabor Szabo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Invisible,
Lou Reed,
Neu!,
Lou Christie,
Scrapy,
Sun City Girls,
Max Romeo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Saints,
Crime,
The Gap Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Names,
Traffic Nightmare,
Altered Images,
The Martian,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Television Personalities,
The Birthday Party,
One Last Wish,
The Red Krayola,
Jesper Dahlback,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Slits,
Blancmange,
Kayak,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Johnny Clarke,
Lucky Dragons,
Brick,
David Bowie,
The Tremeloes,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.