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 Paraguay and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro 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 Howard Jones to the punk 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Suburban Knight,
Amazonics,
Schoolly D,
Ronan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Johnny Clarke,
Hardrive,
Deepchord,
Das Ding,
Darondo,
Audionom,
the Soft Cell,
The Wake,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rufus Thomas,
The Sound,
China Crisis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Donny Hathaway,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dead Boys,
Scan 7,
the Human League,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
One Last Wish,
Sonic Youth,
Inner City,
Aloha Tigers,
Theoretical Girls,
Outsiders,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sun Ra,
Pagans,
Sixth Finger,
The Moody Blues,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ossler,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Chrome,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Residents,
Cal Tjader,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Count Five,
Bobby Sherman,
The Seeds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Motions,
The Mojo Men,
Iggy Pop,
Clear Light,
Peter & Gordon,
Wolf Eyes,
Ituana,
Mission of Burma,
Slick Rick,
Joey Negro,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.