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 Cambodia and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
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 snare 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 Supertramp to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Derrick May,
Moss Icon,
Unrelated Segments,
Grey Daturas,
New Age Steppers,
the Human League,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Germs,
Lungfish,
Pagans,
Joyce Sims,
David McCallum,
Donald Byrd,
Lalann,
Royal Trux,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Moleskins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Delta 5,
Radiohead,
Stiv Bators,
Rakim,
K-Klass,
These Immortal Souls,
Vladislav Delay,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pylon,
The Fall,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Newcleus,
Swell Maps,
Wings,
Eurythmics,
Warren Ellis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Josef K,
The Modern Lovers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dennis Brown,
The Fuzztones,
Bronski Beat,
Glenn Branca,
A Certain Ratio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pere Ubu,
Davy DMX,
Blancmange,
Depeche Mode,
The Real Kids,
Basic Channel,
Alton Ellis,
Eric Dolphy,
The Human League,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Drexciya,
Pulsallama,
Liliput,
Arcadia,
Chris & Cosey,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.