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 Kiribati and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
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 theremin 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 Infiniti to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Crash Course in Science,
Funkadelic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Todd Rundgren,
Grauzone,
Reuben Wilson,
Mantronix,
Groovy Waters,
Simply Red,
Max Romeo,
cv313,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bronski Beat,
Symarip,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Excepter,
Robert Wyatt,
X-102,
Cabaret Voltaire,
In Retrospect,
Mad Mike,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soft Cell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Harmonia,
Soul II Soul,
Y Pants,
Deadbeat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fugazi,
Sun City Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
John Holt,
Niagra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Juan Atkins,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Offenders,
Parry Music,
Amon Düül,
Essential Logic,
Cameo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Technova,
Kaleidoscope,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Qualms,
Brass Construction,
Arthur Verocai,
Quando Quango,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
L. Decosne,
Urselle,
The Misunderstood,
Jacques Brel,
Slave,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.