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 Nauru and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Ponytail,
The Index,
Todd Rundgren,
The Modern Lovers,
Donald Byrd,
Bizarre Inc.,
Newcleus,
Magma,
Wasted Youth,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Techniques,
Simply Red,
Ice-T,
Beasts of Bourbon,
JFA,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sam Rivers,
Ituana,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fela Kuti,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gladiators,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Pretty Things,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
One Last Wish,
The Electric Prunes,
Malaria!,
Michelle Simonal,
The Moleskins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Patti Smith,
K-Klass,
Mars,
The Cramps,
Robert Hood,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
cv313,
Robert Wyatt,
Jandek,
Scott Walker,
The Black Dice,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Soft Cell,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang Gang Dance,
Colin Newman,
Fad Gadget,
Electric Light Orchestra,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Metal Thangz,
Young Marble Giants,
Aswad,
Television Personalities,
LL Cool J,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.