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 Kenya and from Manchester.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the punk 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Colin Newman,
Todd Rundgren,
PIL,
Animal Collective,
Crash Course in Science,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sugar Minott,
Cheater Slicks,
Cecil Taylor,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Magazine,
Smog,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dual Sessions,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barbara Tucker,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aloha Tigers,
Main Source,
Donny Hathaway,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Five Americans,
China Crisis,
Fela Kuti,
CMW,
Fugazi,
Bobby Womack,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
Spandau Ballet,
Blake Baxter,
Roxette,
Jeff Lynne,
Desert Stars,
Sound Behaviour,
Lightning Bolt,
Oneida,
X-102,
Albert Ayler,
Deadbeat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Juan Atkins,
the Human League,
Porter Ricks,
Roxy Music,
a-ha,
Dead Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
Television Personalities,
DJ Sneak,
Newcleus,
Matthew Bourne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bill Wells,
MDC,
Subhumans,
Los Fastidios,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.