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 Egypt and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
David Axelrod,
Fat Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brothers Johnson,
Television Personalities,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Depeche Mode,
Lungfish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Judy Mowatt,
This Heat,
Scion,
Audionom,
The Fortunes,
Patti Smith,
Minny Pops,
Nirvana,
Henry Cow,
Pere Ubu,
T. Rex,
Soul II Soul,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Bananas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sun Ra,
Lucky Dragons,
Ken Boothe,
James White and The Blacks,
Tres Demented,
Flamin' Groovies,
Chris & Cosey,
Guru Guru,
LL Cool J,
The Sonics,
Mantronix,
The Skatalites,
Boz Scaggs,
The Human League,
Echospace,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Altered Images,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Reed,
Marcia Griffiths,
Harry Pussy,
Josef K,
Angry Samoans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nik Kershaw,
Matthew Halsall,
Bootsy Collins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mo-Dettes,
Sällskapet,
The Seeds,
Dorothy Ashby,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.