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 Montenegro and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lucky Dragons to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Josef K,
Man Parrish,
Model 500,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camouflage,
Ohio Players,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Shadows of Knight,
KRS-One,
Pagans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gladiators,
Janne Schatter,
The Trojans,
Depeche Mode,
FM Einheit,
Tommy Roe,
Robert Hood,
Average White Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Rites of Spring,
The Leaves,
La Düsseldorf,
Joensuu 1685,
The Divine Comedy,
Kenny Larkin,
Lower 48,
Black Pus,
Tom Boy,
Quando Quango,
The Evens,
Blossom Toes,
B.T. Express,
Bob Dylan,
The Raincoats,
The Skatalites,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Soft Cell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bill Near,
The Real Kids,
Nico,
Harry Pussy,
Quadrant,
Nik Kershaw,
Soft Cell,
The Human League,
Amazonics,
Gregory Isaacs,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultravox,
Lou Christie,
The Barracudas,
CMW,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.