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 San Marino and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 Remains 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Erasure,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joey Negro,
Fluxion,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Human League,
Scion,
The Neon Judgement,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Josef K,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Niagra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Zapp,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yaz,
The Residents,
Echospace,
Robert Hood,
Shuggie Otis,
Unwound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Chrome,
The Smiths,
Visage,
Amon Düül II,
Essential Logic,
Cluster,
Moss Icon,
Laurel Aitken,
Make Up,
Graham Central Station,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Durutti Column,
Second Layer,
Wasted Youth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Los Fastidios,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Smog,
Symarip,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Flash Fearless,
Todd Rundgren,
June Days,
Flamin' Groovies,
Glenn Branca,
Eli Mardock,
Fatback Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Radiohead,
Ossler,
Whodini,
The Happenings,
Black Bananas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stetsasonic,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.