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 Kiribati and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 Infiniti to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
The Human League,
Procol Harum,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Flipper,
Con Funk Shun,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Underground Resistance,
Steve Hackett,
Marshall Jefferson,
Michelle Simonal,
Joey Negro,
Frankie Knuckles,
ABBA,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bang On A Can,
Quadrant,
The Sound,
Dual Sessions,
Supertramp,
Fat Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Divine Comedy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jandek,
Sun Ra,
Scientists,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Junior Murvin,
Soul II Soul,
The Dirtbombs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lungfish,
Average White Band,
Dennis Brown,
Marcia Griffiths,
Public Enemy,
Goldenarms,
Fad Gadget,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cure,
The Move,
Soulsonic Force,
Radio Birdman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tres Demented,
The Residents,
the Normal,
U.S. Maple,
Bronski Beat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Todd Rundgren,
Simply Red,
Josef K,
Sound Behaviour,
The Red Krayola,
Kerri Chandler,
Eric Dolphy,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.