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 Serbia and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the electroclash 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lebanon Hanover,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Model 500,
Au Pairs,
L. Decosne,
Rosa Yemen,
Henry Cow,
Gong,
the Soft Cell,
the Association,
Anakelly,
Lower 48,
Adolescents,
Howard Jones,
The Moody Blues,
The Leaves,
The Wake,
The Fortunes,
Jacob Miller,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Count Five,
Marmalade,
DNA,
Scrapy,
a-ha,
48th St. Collective,
Pantaleimon,
Grauzone,
The Misunderstood,
Black Pus,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Red Krayola,
Visage,
One Last Wish,
Television Personalities,
China Crisis,
Essential Logic,
Alton Ellis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Toasters,
Symarip,
The Music Machine,
Second Layer,
Quando Quango,
Agent Orange,
Jeff Lynne,
Swell Maps,
B.T. Express,
Moss Icon,
Eurythmics,
Robert Görl,
Piero Umiliani,
Hot Snakes,
The Offenders,
Pylon,
Bootsy Collins,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Sisters of Mercy,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.