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 Vanuatu and from Johannesburg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Boredoms to the techno 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Easy Going,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Main Source,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Steve Hackett,
Maurizio,
The Techniques,
Jerry's Kids,
Guru Guru,
Amazonics,
X-101,
Wire,
Panda Bear,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Boz Scaggs,
June Days,
ABC,
Lower 48,
Cameo,
Stereo Dub,
Icehouse,
Sixth Finger,
Japan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joe Smooth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Man Parrish,
PIL,
Drive Like Jehu,
Section 25,
Juan Atkins,
Patti Smith,
Fear,
Arcadia,
OOIOO,
Cybotron,
Gang of Four,
Bob Dylan,
MDC,
the Human League,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eve St. Jones,
Von Mondo,
Laurel Aitken,
The Blackbyrds,
B.T. Express,
Technova,
Moebius,
Suicide,
The Fall,
Deakin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
China Crisis,
Anthony Braxton,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Sheep,
Soul II Soul,
Joy Division,
Reagan Youth,
Sugar Minott,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.