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 Nicaragua and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ 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 Blancmange to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Soul Sonic Force,
Average White Band,
Black Sheep,
Depeche Mode,
The Wake,
Aswad,
Urselle,
The United States of America,
Adolescents,
Susan Cadogan,
Oblivians,
Eden Ahbez,
Dawn Penn,
Ohio Players,
Ultimate Spinach,
New Order,
The Electric Prunes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Talk Talk,
Lalo Schifrin,
Girls At Our Best!,
10cc,
Metal Thangz,
The Barracudas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Schoolly D,
Amazonics,
Aloha Tigers,
Ituana,
Skarface,
Jacob Miller,
Charles Mingus,
The Evens,
Shuggie Otis,
Inner City,
Main Source,
Pussy Galore,
Echospace,
Frankie Knuckles,
Parry Music,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Peter and Kerry,
The New Christs,
One Last Wish,
Marine Girls,
Warsaw,
Liliput,
Slick Rick,
The Happenings,
Newcleus,
Monks,
The Blues Magoos,
The Beau Brummels,
the Fania All-Stars,
Groovy Waters,
Deepchord,
The Mojo Men,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.