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 St Lucia and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Flash Fearless to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Neon Judgement record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
A Certain Ratio,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Durutti Column,
Archie Shepp,
Quando Quango,
Maurizio,
The Gories,
The Offenders,
Eli Mardock,
Faraquet,
The Dead C,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Whodini,
Marine Girls,
Camouflage,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jeff Mills,
Popol Vuh,
Infiniti,
Hasil Adkins,
Surgeon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tears for Fears,
The Flesh Eaters,
Altered Images,
The Monochrome Set,
Oblivians,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cluster,
Tim Buckley,
The Techniques,
Agitation Free,
The Seeds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
New Order,
One Last Wish,
Young Marble Giants,
Icehouse,
The Evens,
Tomorrow,
The Human League,
Gil Scott Heron,
Underground Resistance,
Liliput,
Urselle,
The Blues Magoos,
Pylon,
Index,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rod Modell,
Fatback Band,
OOIOO,
Lungfish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marvin Gaye,
Sällskapet,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.