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 Liechtenstein and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ 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 Rhythm & Sound to the electroclash 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lungfish,
The Flesh Eaters,
Public Enemy,
AZ,
Saccharine Trust,
Bob Dylan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
FM Einheit,
Vladislav Delay,
Kaleidoscope,
Kas Product,
Essential Logic,
Depeche Mode,
The Gap Band,
the Association,
Cal Tjader,
Jerry's Kids,
JFA,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dennis Brown,
Sandy B,
48th St. Collective,
Radiopuhelimet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aural Exciters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grey Daturas,
The Moody Blues,
Susan Cadogan,
Harmonia,
Laurel Aitken,
Crooked Eye,
Deakin,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fugs,
Ultra Naté,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Invisible,
Deadbeat,
Skriet,
The Cure,
Barrington Levy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Trumans Water,
The Misunderstood,
Animal Collective,
Thee Headcoats,
Accadde A,
Crash Course in Science,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alice Coltrane,
Banda Bassotti,
Terrestrial Tones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.