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 Kazakhstan and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the punk 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Subhumans,
Brothers Johnson,
EPMD,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bluetip,
Excepter,
L. Decosne,
This Heat,
The Seeds,
Gang Gang Dance,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pierre Henry,
Radio Birdman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott Heron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Trumans Water,
Unwound,
Pagans,
Q and Not U,
Idris Muhammad,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Television,
The New Christs,
The Index,
The Tremeloes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Simply Red,
Archie Shepp,
Arthur Verocai,
Hot Snakes,
Average White Band,
Stiv Bators,
Sarah Menescal,
Fela Kuti,
Loose Ends,
the Slits,
Cabaret Voltaire,
James White and The Blacks,
Boz Scaggs,
Unrelated Segments,
Ronan,
Silicon Teens,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
Peter and Kerry,
The Grass Roots,
Magazine,
Mo-Dettes,
Gabor Szabo,
Minutemen,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ohio Players,
Marc Almond,
Peter & Gordon,
The Vogues,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pere Ubu,
Davy DMX,
Quantec,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.