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 Bolivia and from Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord 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 Gang Gang Dance to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Joe Smooth,
Goldenarms,
The Human League,
Pagans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Absolute Body Control,
Silicon Teens,
Sixth Finger,
ABC,
La Düsseldorf,
Flipper,
The Cramps,
the Human League,
The Neon Judgement,
Man Parrish,
Lyres,
Jeff Lynne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crooked Eye,
Soul Sonic Force,
Q and Not U,
The Motions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Byron Stingily,
Scion,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Leaves,
Bob Dylan,
Pussy Galore,
Ten City,
Section 25,
The Durutti Column,
Basic Channel,
Nation of Ulysses,
D'Angelo,
Jacques Brel,
Matthew Halsall,
Infiniti,
Magazine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Birthday Party,
Gang Green,
Kayak,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Slits,
Pole,
Newcleus,
The Seeds,
Technova,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Victims,
Agitation Free,
Brass Construction,
Stereo Dub,
Pantaleimon,
B.T. Express,
This Heat,
H. Thieme,
Jesper Dahlback,
Iggy Pop,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.