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 Tajikistan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet 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 CMW 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord 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 mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
L. Decosne,
The Real Kids,
Vladislav Delay,
Loose Ends,
Slave,
Quando Quango,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wally Richardson,
Ossler,
The Standells,
Jerry's Kids,
The Beau Brummels,
Monks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Adolescents,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Skatalites,
Minutemen,
One Last Wish,
Ken Boothe,
Judy Mowatt,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Normal,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Womack,
Fugazi,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bluetip,
Jacob Miller,
Essential Logic,
PIL,
Minor Threat,
Nirvana,
Patti Smith,
Trumans Water,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Yazoo,
The Cure,
Godley & Creme,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Red Krayola,
La Düsseldorf,
The Saints,
The Slits,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lalann,
Kerrie Biddell,
Livin' Joy,
Yellowson,
Sarah Menescal,
The Move,
Depeche Mode,
Brass Construction,
Hot Snakes,
Cymande,
Dennis Brown,
The Monochrome Set,
Blake Baxter,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.