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 Taiwan and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the theremin 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 Bobby Sherman to the grime 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Liliput,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gregory Isaacs,
China Crisis,
Robert Görl,
Gang Green,
AZ,
Masters at Work,
The Barracudas,
X-102,
Pere Ubu,
Juan Atkins,
Soul Sonic Force,
Royal Trux,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dave Gahan,
The Offenders,
Arab on Radar,
Urselle,
Lyres,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Durutti Column,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Moon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Heaven 17,
The Associates,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lower 48,
The Misunderstood,
John Foxx,
Neil Young,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Janne Schatter,
Porter Ricks,
Archie Shepp,
The Human League,
Organ,
Goldenarms,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Divine Comedy,
Kenny Larkin,
Joyce Sims,
Sandy B,
Roy Ayers,
Absolute Body Control,
Nick Fraelich,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Skarface,
Panda Bear,
Alice Coltrane,
Groovy Waters,
The New Christs,
Ten City,
Television Personalities,
Drexciya,
Main Source,
The Pretty Things,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.