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 Jamaica and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 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 the Soft Cell to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
The Toasters,
Terry Callier,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pagans,
The Angels of Light,
Susan Cadogan,
Chrome,
Sound Behaviour,
The Remains,
Altered Images,
Roger Hodgson,
Organ,
Trumans Water,
The Gories,
Massinfluence,
Kerri Chandler,
Cluster,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Womack,
Nico,
Wally Richardson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eurythmics,
Nirvana,
Au Pairs,
Cal Tjader,
Eden Ahbez,
Pole,
Frankie Knuckles,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The J.B.'s,
Smog,
John Foxx,
Black Moon,
Bobby Byrd,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Erasure,
Los Fastidios,
The Cure,
Clear Light,
Godley & Creme,
The Velvet Underground,
Little Man,
The Mojo Men,
Theoretical Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Zeros,
Pharoah Sanders,
New Age Steppers,
D'Angelo,
The Blues Magoos,
Procol Harum,
Livin' Joy,
John Cale,
Thompson Twins,
X-102,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Sherman,
the Swans,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.