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 Peru and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Inner City,
The United States of America,
Q and Not U,
One Last Wish,
Can,
48th St. Collective,
Radiohead,
Gichy Dan,
Pagans,
Aswad,
Das Ding,
Black Bananas,
CMW,
Popol Vuh,
Nik Kershaw,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Monks,
Colin Newman,
Negative Approach,
Kerri Chandler,
Dual Sessions,
Matthew Halsall,
Peter and Kerry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rapeman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
DNA,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Masters at Work,
Amon Düül II,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Au Pairs,
Terry Callier,
the Bar-Kays,
Bronski Beat,
Boredoms,
Throbbing Gristle,
Glenn Branca,
The Names,
L. Decosne,
JFA,
Todd Terry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Graham Central Station,
Smog,
Marshall Jefferson,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Coltrane,
These Immortal Souls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultravox,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tropical Tobacco,
Chris Corsano,
Tommy Roe,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marc Almond,
Boz Scaggs,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.