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 Jamaica and from Manchester.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 The Zeros to the techno 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Grauzone,
Tears for Fears,
Joe Smooth,
The Gories,
The Residents,
Jacques Brel,
8 Eyed Spy,
Au Pairs,
Gichy Dan,
Piero Umiliani,
Babytalk,
La Düsseldorf,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Radio Birdman,
Banda Bassotti,
X-102,
X-101,
Harpers Bizarre,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Schoolly D,
This Heat,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Angels of Light,
Kas Product,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jandek,
The Happenings,
Mission of Burma,
Scratch Acid,
Liliput,
Connie Case,
The Slits,
Lightning Bolt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Bananas,
Shoche,
Index,
Be Bop Deluxe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crime,
The Move,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fortunes,
Hoover,
Gang Starr,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wasted Youth,
The Barracudas,
Scan 7,
Nik Kershaw,
The Doobie Brothers,
Maleditus Sound,
Gong,
The Red Krayola,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Country Teasers,
Jeff Mills,
Lyres,
The Cowsills,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.