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 Ivory Coast and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the rock 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
The Real Kids,
Swans,
Wasted Youth,
Robert Hood,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Underground Resistance,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Talk Talk,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Q65,
Charles Mingus,
Second Layer,
Sparks,
The Music Machine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jacques Brel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Symarip,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Quando Quango,
Funkadelic,
The Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Chris & Cosey,
John Foxx,
Bluetip,
The American Breed,
Rapeman,
The Cramps,
Masters at Work,
New York Dolls,
Faust,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ten City,
The Happenings,
The Star Department,
Surgeon,
New Order,
Carl Craig,
Duran Duran,
John Lydon,
These Immortal Souls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Boz Scaggs,
Magma,
Bill Wells,
Black Pus,
Negative Approach,
Robert Görl,
The J.B.'s,
Yazoo,
Ossler,
The Cowsills,
Bizarre Inc.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sarah Menescal,
One Last Wish,
Bob Dylan,
Idris Muhammad,
The New Christs,
Mark Hollis,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.