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 Kenya and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 Adolescents to the grime 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes 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 guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Sällskapet,
ABC,
Altered Images,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Blackbyrds,
Television Personalities,
The Music Machine,
Ten City,
The Modern Lovers,
James White and The Blacks,
Circle Jerks,
In Retrospect,
Banda Bassotti,
Drexciya,
The Monochrome Set,
Minnie Riperton,
Jerry's Kids,
Quando Quango,
Hardrive,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Donald Byrd,
Wings,
Theoretical Girls,
The Angels of Light,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Inner City,
Judy Mowatt,
Joe Finger,
Brick,
PIL,
Sonny Sharrock,
Essential Logic,
Dead Boys,
E-Dancer,
The Divine Comedy,
Amon Düül,
Don Cherry,
Livin' Joy,
Mantronix,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Thee Headcoats,
D'Angelo,
Lou Christie,
Bad Manners,
Kayak,
Procol Harum,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roxy Music,
Quadrant,
Terry Callier,
Monolake,
Leonard Cohen,
Stetsasonic,
Sun City Girls,
Television,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rekid,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lakeside,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.