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 Chad and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Lou Reed 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 United States of America to the rap 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nik Kershaw,
Unwound,
Gichy Dan,
The Neon Judgement,
Maleditus Sound,
Supertramp,
Joy Division,
The United States of America,
JFA,
Bobby Womack,
World's Most,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fad Gadget,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cluster,
Deepchord,
Franke,
Neil Young,
Suburban Knight,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Beau Brummels,
MDC,
10cc,
Monolake,
X-Ray Spex,
Susan Cadogan,
Rotary Connection,
X-101,
DJ Style,
Banda Bassotti,
June of 44,
Ituana,
The Gories,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cowsills,
R.M.O.,
Iggy Pop,
Cecil Taylor,
Ludus,
Roy Ayers,
Qualms,
The Dirtbombs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
kango's stein massive,
Kaleidoscope,
Goldenarms,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Human League,
The Searchers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eurythmics,
New Age Steppers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Radio Birdman,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.