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 Turkmenistan 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar 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 Sister Nancy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Country Teasers,
Morten Harket,
The Detroit Cobras,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nik Kershaw,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joyce Sims,
Andrew Hill,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pylon,
The Seeds,
Charles Mingus,
Nick Fraelich,
The Angels of Light,
Barbara Tucker,
Inner City,
The Black Dice,
L. Decosne,
Dawn Penn,
Vainqueur,
Glambeats Corp.,
Monolake,
Bootsy Collins,
Easy Going,
Excepter,
Wings,
Donald Byrd,
Marvin Gaye,
The American Breed,
Freddie Wadling,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soft Machine,
Carl Craig,
The Move,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Moleskins,
Roxette,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pole,
Aural Exciters,
PIL,
The Tremeloes,
The Busters,
the Sonics,
Audionom,
Fluxion,
Harry Pussy,
Scientists,
The Searchers,
Joe Finger,
Deadbeat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
China Crisis,
Derrick Morgan,
Minor Threat,
Amon Düül,
Patti Smith,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Reed,
Harmonia,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.