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 Maldives and from Stockholm.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Colin Newman,
Jeff Mills,
Los Fastidios,
One Last Wish,
World's Most,
Electric Prunes,
Wolf Eyes,
The American Breed,
Youth Brigade,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fire Engines,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fugazi,
China Crisis,
The Knickerbockers,
Lower 48,
Excepter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roger Hodgson,
Alphaville,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Can,
Y Pants,
Q65,
Kayak,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cameo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Quando Quango,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Suicide,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Associates,
Loose Ends,
Unrelated Segments,
Grey Daturas,
Quantec,
Glambeats Corp.,
Young Marble Giants,
Basic Channel,
The Five Americans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fat Boys,
Funky Four + One,
The Gap Band,
Bang On A Can,
48th St. Collective,
The Young Rascals,
June of 44,
Saccharine Trust,
Desert Stars,
Bad Manners,
Second Layer,
The Searchers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Essential Logic,
Harmonia,
Fela Kuti,
Masters at Work,
Pantytec,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.