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 Zambia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Detroit Cobras to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
The Golliwogs,
Echospace,
Jesper Dahlback,
Simply Red,
Wally Richardson,
Youth Brigade,
Sixth Finger,
The Selecter,
The Vogues,
Donald Byrd,
Mars,
Aloha Tigers,
Lindisfarne,
PIL,
Janne Schatter,
Freddie Wadling,
Joe Finger,
Blancmange,
Ronnie Foster,
Pulsallama,
Ice-T,
Fela Kuti,
Accadde A,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eric Dolphy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soulsonic Force,
Radiohead,
Bauhaus,
Steve Hackett,
Procol Harum,
The Real Kids,
kango's stein massive,
Graham Central Station,
Ultravox,
The Knickerbockers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alice Coltrane,
Drive Like Jehu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Make Up,
Metal Thangz,
The Zeros,
London Community Gospel Choir,
X-101,
Spandau Ballet,
The Skatalites,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Main Source,
The Sonics,
CMW,
Robert Görl,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joy Division,
Technova,
The Doors,
Marvin Gaye,
Fad Gadget,
New Order,
Wings,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.