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 Malaysia and from Edmonton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Robert Palmer 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 Mandrill to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Qualms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Popol Vuh,
Cheater Slicks,
The Durutti Column,
Ponytail,
Underground Resistance,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rotary Connection,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
These Immortal Souls,
Roxette,
Grauzone,
Clear Light,
Scientists,
Todd Terry,
Rekid,
Arab on Radar,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Black Dice,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alison Limerick,
OOIOO,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kenny Larkin,
The Raincoats,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sun Ra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Harry Pussy,
Wasted Youth,
the Sonics,
Maurizio,
Young Marble Giants,
Mandrill,
Lakeside,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gun Club,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Guru Guru,
Lou Christie,
Kas Product,
The American Breed,
Laurel Aitken,
The Slits,
Rufus Thomas,
kango's stein massive,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sun City Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Selecter,
Wolf Eyes,
Susan Cadogan,
Royal Trux,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fluxion,
Black Bananas,
ABC,
Wire,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.