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 Liechtenstein and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Schoolly D to the electroclash 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Black Pus,
ABC,
Rod Modell,
Fear,
Charles Mingus,
Blake Baxter,
The Last Poets,
Todd Rundgren,
Outsiders,
L. Decosne,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Sherman,
Zapp,
X-101,
Oneida,
Rekid,
Tom Boy,
Glambeats Corp.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Thompson Twins,
Adolescents,
Jerry's Kids,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sister Nancy,
China Crisis,
Robert Görl,
Rites of Spring,
Duran Duran,
Fatback Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Blackbyrds,
Henry Cow,
The Wake,
Pagans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ornette Coleman,
Flipper,
Kerri Chandler,
Laurel Aitken,
Hasil Adkins,
Rosa Yemen,
Soft Cell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Talk Talk,
Carl Craig,
Scrapy,
The Searchers,
Dual Sessions,
Pole,
This Heat,
Brick,
Skriet,
The Fuzztones,
The Monks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Swell Maps,
X-Ray Spex,
The Techniques,
Matthew Bourne,
Danielle Patucci,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.