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 Bolivia and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Associates to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Gang of Four,
The Golliwogs,
The Real Kids,
Byron Stingily,
Laurel Aitken,
The Modern Lovers,
Visage,
Skriet,
Tomorrow,
Sun City Girls,
Mad Mike,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roxette,
Moebius,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kurtis Blow,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Bananas,
Howard Jones,
B.T. Express,
Rapeman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Parry Music,
Radiohead,
The Fire Engines,
ABC,
Deepchord,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tres Demented,
Ituana,
The Martian,
Lightning Bolt,
Fela Kuti,
Leonard Cohen,
Patti Smith,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Monks,
Archie Shepp,
Eric Copeland,
Alice Coltrane,
Wally Richardson,
Shuggie Otis,
Minutemen,
June of 44,
The Gladiators,
The Slackers,
Henry Cow,
Pylon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
UT,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
James White and The Blacks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Harpers Bizarre,
MC5,
a-ha,
In Retrospect,
Nirvana,
Pierre Henry,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.