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 Antigua and from Toronto.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mary Jane Girls to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Newcleus,
Tim Buckley,
Mark Hollis,
Quando Quango,
Wolf Eyes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Bananas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Slits,
Ice-T,
Arab on Radar,
Theoretical Girls,
Delta 5,
The Leaves,
The Slackers,
The Happenings,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang of Four,
Ultra Naté,
Circle Jerks,
Lindisfarne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Livin' Joy,
Minor Threat,
Neu!,
Amon Düül II,
Y Pants,
The Neon Judgement,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Mummies,
Thee Headcoats,
The Shadows of Knight,
Section 25,
The Velvet Underground,
Subhumans,
Shoche,
Minnie Riperton,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Letta Mbulu,
Royal Trux,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Groovy Waters,
X-101,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Victims,
China Crisis,
The Pop Group,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Robert Hood,
Sällskapet,
Eric Dolphy,
Mandrill,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.