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 Solomon Islands and from Jakarta.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 electroclash 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Tubeway Army,
Amon Düül,
The Real Kids,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marcia Griffiths,
Moebius,
The Fortunes,
U.S. Maple,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Curtis Mayfield,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Peter and Kerry,
Steve Hackett,
Yaz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Loose Ends,
The Dave Clark Five,
Drexciya,
L. Decosne,
Essential Logic,
Half Japanese,
Electric Prunes,
Marc Almond,
Infiniti,
Fluxion,
AZ,
Freddie Wadling,
Reuben Wilson,
Terry Callier,
Jeff Lynne,
Stetsasonic,
The Residents,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Slick Rick,
The Vogues,
Alton Ellis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eric B and Rakim,
Surgeon,
Robert Hood,
Morten Harket,
Davy DMX,
John Coltrane,
Visage,
Malaria!,
Soft Machine,
Jesper Dahlback,
a-ha,
Lungfish,
Sun Ra,
B.T. Express,
Nico,
Jacques Brel,
Grandmaster Flash,
Grauzone,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.