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 Namibia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Throbbing Gristle to the techno 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Second Layer,
Albert Ayler,
Country Teasers,
The Fortunes,
Ultra Naté,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ten City,
The Pop Group,
Adolescents,
Icehouse,
Loose Ends,
Barbara Tucker,
X-101,
Lalann,
Fluxion,
Soul II Soul,
Robert Hood,
Don Cherry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dennis Brown,
Morten Harket,
Mantronix,
Sun Ra,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Silicon Teens,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Funky Four + One,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tears for Fears,
the Bar-Kays,
Lungfish,
Kenny Larkin,
Max Romeo,
The Stooges,
Circle Jerks,
the Normal,
Tomorrow,
Roxette,
Electric Prunes,
Fad Gadget,
Main Source,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fire Engines,
Cluster,
Kaleidoscope,
Von Mondo,
Half Japanese,
The Modern Lovers,
Infiniti,
Marc Almond,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Glenn Branca,
Buzzcocks,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.