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 New Zealand and from Cairo.
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 Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes 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 Cameo to the punk 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
The Durutti Column,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lee Hazlewood,
Todd Rundgren,
Sun City Girls,
Colin Newman,
Roxy Music,
Joy Division,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ossler,
Livin' Joy,
Oblivians,
Quadrant,
X-101,
The Happenings,
Dark Day,
John Coltrane,
Matthew Bourne,
Erykah Badu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Country Teasers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Desert Stars,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Chrome,
The Toasters,
Barry Ungar,
Yazoo,
The Litter,
Jacob Miller,
Slick Rick,
In Retrospect,
Roger Hodgson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
China Crisis,
Sandy B,
Charles Mingus,
Swans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Au Pairs,
Stereo Dub,
kango's stein massive,
The Victims,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Metal Thangz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lower 48,
The Fortunes,
LL Cool J,
Underground Resistance,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Derrick May,
Bill Near,
Mad Mike,
The Invisible,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.