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 Namibia and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 X-101 to the techno 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Marine Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Spoonie Gee,
Lightning Bolt,
Sarah Menescal,
Matthew Bourne,
The Buckinghams,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Youth Brigade,
Anakelly,
Brand Nubian,
Circle Jerks,
Sugar Minott,
Derrick May,
Black Flag,
a-ha,
Blossom Toes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hot Snakes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lindisfarne,
The Slits,
Nico,
Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Symarip,
Funkadelic,
The Misunderstood,
Glambeats Corp.,
Magma,
CMW,
Amon Düül,
Bob Dylan,
Massinfluence,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minor Threat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alphaville,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Colin Newman,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Leaves,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eric B and Rakim,
Idris Muhammad,
Ituana,
Erasure,
Warsaw,
Tubeway Army,
La Düsseldorf,
Leonard Cohen,
Stiv Bators,
Eden Ahbez,
Todd Terry,
Marshall Jefferson,
ABBA,
Con Funk Shun,
the Sonics,
Cheater Slicks,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.