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 Mexico and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the grunge 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 jazz 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 organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
The Zeros,
Au Pairs,
Second Layer,
Isaac Hayes,
Amon Düül II,
The Last Poets,
The Invisible,
Camouflage,
Tres Demented,
The Misunderstood,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dennis Brown,
The Smiths,
Kool Moe Dee,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Leonard Cohen,
John Cale,
Boredoms,
Youth Brigade,
Lindisfarne,
The Dead C,
Q and Not U,
KRS-One,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fire Engines,
the Soft Cell,
Kerri Chandler,
Wasted Youth,
Deadbeat,
The Smoke,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Dave Clark Five,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Connie Case,
The Stooges,
Barry Ungar,
Pagans,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Byrd,
Sam Rivers,
Nas,
Blancmange,
Brass Construction,
Easy Going,
Ponytail,
The Walker Brothers,
Pierre Henry,
Unwound,
Matthew Bourne,
Outsiders,
Barclay James Harvest,
MDC,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jacob Miller,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gerry Rafferty,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.