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 Djibouti and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the dance 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Smog,
Soul II Soul,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Trojans,
Rakim,
The Beau Brummels,
Marine Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kenny Larkin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Q and Not U,
Man Parrish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Newcleus,
AZ,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Make Up,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bang On A Can,
Flash Fearless,
Judy Mowatt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Charles Mingus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bob Dylan,
Vladislav Delay,
Porter Ricks,
The Angels of Light,
Soft Machine,
Eurythmics,
the Bar-Kays,
Scratch Acid,
Gong,
Brick,
Matthew Bourne,
Pussy Galore,
Surgeon,
Sister Nancy,
Oblivians,
The Wake,
The Five Americans,
Pole,
The Happenings,
Popol Vuh,
Outsiders,
Wings,
Mo-Dettes,
Dark Day,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lightning Bolt,
Lyres,
Stiv Bators,
Byron Stingily,
New Age Steppers,
Grey Daturas,
Yaz,
The New Christs,
Franke,
Underground Resistance,
OOIOO,
The Motions,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.