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 Kazakhstan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar 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 Procol Harum to the dance 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Freddie Wadling,
Sun Ra,
Camberwell Now,
The Remains,
Livin' Joy,
Tears for Fears,
Severed Heads,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eden Ahbez,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Absolute Body Control,
Bush Tetras,
The Black Dice,
The Moleskins,
Infiniti,
The Mojo Men,
Erasure,
Byron Stingily,
Zero Boys,
Anakelly,
Crispian St. Peters,
Amon Düül,
Little Man,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Max Romeo,
The Dead C,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
JFA,
Gong,
Skarface,
Angry Samoans,
The Human League,
H. Thieme,
Brothers Johnson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Loose Ends,
Fugazi,
Joyce Sims,
T. Rex,
Mission of Burma,
Kaleidoscope,
The Leaves,
The Blackbyrds,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Normal,
Trumans Water,
Black Bananas,
Roxette,
Nation of Ulysses,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Busters,
Marc Almond,
Stetsasonic,
Yellowson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Searchers,
Nick Fraelich,
The Martian,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.