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 Sudan and from Bologna.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 PIL to the electroclash 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
The Pretty Things,
Barrington Levy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultravox,
Flash Fearless,
Agitation Free,
Blancmange,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Main Source,
Duran Duran,
The Invisible,
The Skatalites,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Motorama,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Television Personalities,
David Axelrod,
Newcleus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lyres,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pet Shop Boys,
Reagan Youth,
Sam Rivers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Judy Mowatt,
Magma,
Albert Ayler,
Can,
Peter & Gordon,
Masters at Work,
Joensuu 1685,
Crash Course in Science,
The Knickerbockers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Television,
Robert Görl,
Kaleidoscope,
E-Dancer,
The Offenders,
Barbara Tucker,
Aswad,
Vladislav Delay,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bootsy Collins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pulsallama,
Connie Case,
the Normal,
Youth Brigade,
Lungfish,
The Saints,
Dennis Brown,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Leaves,
The Angels of Light,
Henry Cow,
The Doors,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.