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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Essential Logic to the dance 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
L. Decosne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lindisfarne,
Quadrant,
These Immortal Souls,
Groovy Waters,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Womack,
E-Dancer,
The Mighty Diamonds,
X-101,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Neu!,
Mo-Dettes,
Minutemen,
The Electric Prunes,
Severed Heads,
Soft Machine,
Altered Images,
The Monks,
MC5,
Thee Headcoats,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fire Engines,
The Gap Band,
The Count Five,
Mars,
Godley & Creme,
Jeff Mills,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Janne Schatter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Inner City,
8 Eyed Spy,
Andrew Hill,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cramps,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
New Order,
Steve Hackett,
Pylon,
Average White Band,
The Fall,
Ituana,
Delon & Dalcan,
Neil Young,
Buzzcocks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Index,
Avey Tare,
Duran Duran,
Deakin,
Brick,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Offenders,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.