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 Ireland and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kas Product to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Cybotron,
Arthur Verocai,
JFA,
Hardrive,
James White and The Blacks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Japan,
Index,
The Mummies,
X-Ray Spex,
Johnny Osbourne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rekid,
H. Thieme,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joe Smooth,
Neil Young,
Erasure,
Black Bananas,
Dorothy Ashby,
ABC,
The Monks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Groovy Waters,
Ornette Coleman,
Rotary Connection,
Kaleidoscope,
Rakim,
The Neon Judgement,
Bronski Beat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Standells,
AZ,
L. Decosne,
Soul II Soul,
Nik Kershaw,
Underground Resistance,
Mission of Burma,
Arab on Radar,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultravox,
Gichy Dan,
Vladislav Delay,
The Human League,
Nas,
Mantronix,
Symarip,
Mo-Dettes,
Swans,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Moleskins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Martian,
Dave Gahan,
Newcleus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Modern Lovers,
the Association,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.