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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin 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 Sparks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Electric Prunes,
Moss Icon,
Josef K,
Siglo XX,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alice Coltrane,
Rhythm & Sound,
New Age Steppers,
Derrick Morgan,
World's Most,
Mo-Dettes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Adolescents,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Count Five,
The Move,
The Blues Magoos,
Faust,
Deadbeat,
Rosa Yemen,
The Last Poets,
Bootsy Collins,
Colin Newman,
Barbara Tucker,
Harpers Bizarre,
Subhumans,
Thee Headcoats,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Joensuu 1685,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sällskapet,
Connie Case,
Make Up,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Excepter,
Moby Grape,
Warren Ellis,
Sister Nancy,
Nico,
Al Stewart,
Letta Mbulu,
Buzzcocks,
Bill Near,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Flag,
Steve Hackett,
Icehouse,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camberwell Now,
John Foxx,
Pussy Galore,
Procol Harum,
L. Decosne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scrapy,
Soul II Soul,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Litter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.