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 Gambia and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 spring reverb 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 Flamin' Groovies to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lyres,
The Moleskins,
Roger Hodgson,
Soul II Soul,
Supertramp,
Dorothy Ashby,
Organ,
Talk Talk,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Television Personalities,
Skaos,
The Evens,
John Lydon,
Suburban Knight,
Gang Green,
Grauzone,
Dennis Brown,
Moebius,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Curtis Mayfield,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cybotron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Maleditus Sound,
10cc,
Dawn Penn,
June Days,
Zero Boys,
Arab on Radar,
F. McDonald,
Reagan Youth,
Connie Case,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cecil Taylor,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Iggy Pop,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eric Dolphy,
Popol Vuh,
The Happenings,
Heaven 17,
The Cowsills,
Neu!,
Tears for Fears,
Interpol,
Chris Corsano,
Jacques Brel,
Pole,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Sheep,
Slick Rick,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultravox,
Black Pus,
Jawbox,
David Bowie,
Harmonia,
Aswad,
Accadde A,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.