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 Saudi Arabia and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar 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 Altered Images to the rap 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Henry Cow,
The Slackers,
Camouflage,
Make Up,
Cybotron,
Steve Hackett,
Half Japanese,
Lucky Dragons,
John Lydon,
Unrelated Segments,
Alton Ellis,
The Doors,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Sherman,
Depeche Mode,
The Fuzztones,
Jesper Dahlback,
Junior Murvin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Human League,
The Mummies,
Lalann,
Moebius,
Slick Rick,
Saccharine Trust,
Pantaleimon,
Yusef Lateef,
Hoover,
Pere Ubu,
Lindisfarne,
R.M.O.,
Minnie Riperton,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Busters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Radiopuhelimet,
Visage,
Jawbox,
D'Angelo,
The Birthday Party,
Agent Orange,
Barrington Levy,
Wolf Eyes,
Deadbeat,
Intrusion,
Bobby Byrd,
The Music Machine,
Josef K,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Golliwogs,
X-102,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marcia Griffiths,
Todd Terry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Underground Resistance,
Swans,
Main Source,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.