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 Delhi.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron 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 Mark Hollis to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cymande,
Eric Dolphy,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gories,
Blossom Toes,
Television,
Urselle,
Laurel Aitken,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Matthew Bourne,
Leonard Cohen,
Japan,
Eric Copeland,
The Busters,
Roxette,
The Smiths,
The Techniques,
Motorama,
Kerri Chandler,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Make Up,
Ultravox,
Rapeman,
Supertramp,
Joey Negro,
R.M.O.,
Lucky Dragons,
Skarface,
Black Moon,
Bob Dylan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ronnie Foster,
Zero Boys,
E-Dancer,
Roxy Music,
Arthur Verocai,
Lower 48,
Gerry Rafferty,
JFA,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Real Kids,
EPMD,
The Index,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Infiniti,
the Germs,
the Slits,
Isaac Hayes,
Newcleus,
the Human League,
Camberwell Now,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.