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 Comoros and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Barclay James Harvest to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sister Nancy,
K-Klass,
The Dead C,
Robert Hood,
Mars,
Steve Hackett,
Hoover,
Danielle Patucci,
The Happenings,
The Shadows of Knight,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Absolute Body Control,
Grandmaster Flash,
Don Cherry,
Dawn Penn,
Tres Demented,
Dual Sessions,
Dark Day,
Depeche Mode,
Darondo,
Lindisfarne,
The Red Krayola,
Electric Prunes,
Marine Girls,
Delta 5,
Brass Construction,
Icehouse,
Porter Ricks,
EPMD,
Big Daddy Kane,
Symarip,
the Human League,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
June Days,
The Fall,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hasil Adkins,
Altered Images,
The Birthday Party,
Rekid,
Dorothy Ashby,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sun Ra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Flipper,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cluster,
The Doors,
The Count Five,
Godley & Creme,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gabor Szabo,
Model 500,
The Mojo Men,
Ultravox,
Subhumans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.