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 Indonesia and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Mark Hollis 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Black Flag,
Reagan Youth,
R.M.O.,
Neu!,
Hasil Adkins,
Accadde A,
Gregory Isaacs,
David McCallum,
Eric Copeland,
The Residents,
Severed Heads,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Misunderstood,
Erykah Badu,
The Buckinghams,
The Angels of Light,
Pagans,
Joe Smooth,
Chrome,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
PIL,
Oneida,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Christie,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sarah Menescal,
Magma,
The American Breed,
Hot Snakes,
Pantytec,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brick,
Heaven 17,
X-102,
Sister Nancy,
FM Einheit,
Hoover,
Malaria!,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
MDC,
Franke,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tom Boy,
Bill Near,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Moon,
Mo-Dettes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Last Poets,
Marine Girls,
Lungfish,
Simply Red,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nico,
The Walker Brothers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.