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 Mexico and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar 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 Deadbeat to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Theoretical Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
B.T. Express,
Sight & Sound,
Q65,
Desert Stars,
The Electric Prunes,
Archie Shepp,
Graham Central Station,
Johnny Osbourne,
Babytalk,
Erykah Badu,
Wire,
Scan 7,
Hardrive,
Clear Light,
Brass Construction,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
John Holt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
H. Thieme,
Gang Gang Dance,
Charles Mingus,
Fugazi,
The Monochrome Set,
Bob Dylan,
Duran Duran,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roxy Music,
John Lydon,
Grey Daturas,
Ice-T,
Brothers Johnson,
Spoonie Gee,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Circle Jerks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Model 500,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Glenn Branca,
Loose Ends,
Nico,
Kevin Saunderson,
Slave,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ossler,
Sparks,
Eddi Front,
the Bar-Kays,
Simply Red,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
U.S. Maple,
Alphaville,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.