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 Belarus and from Glasgow.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
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 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 Faraquet to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultravox,
Loose Ends,
Sister Nancy,
Niagra,
Derrick May,
In Retrospect,
Jandek,
Sly & The Family Stone,
James Chance & The Contortions,
T. Rex,
Skriet,
Lungfish,
Rod Modell,
Hardrive,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Last Poets,
Clear Light,
Faraquet,
New York Dolls,
Aswad,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Arcadia,
The Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül,
Scientists,
Fatback Band,
The Techniques,
Wally Richardson,
Erykah Badu,
Symarip,
R.M.O.,
Slick Rick,
Country Teasers,
Althea and Donna,
Drexciya,
Liliput,
Jawbox,
Soft Cell,
Donald Byrd,
Maurizio,
Archie Shepp,
Mad Mike,
Minnie Riperton,
John Coltrane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Slackers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Quando Quango,
Joy Division,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ten City,
Section 25,
Bush Tetras,
the Sonics,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fugs,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Blackbyrds,
Roxette,
Alison Limerick,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.