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 Congo and from Beijing.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Spandau Ballet to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Porter Ricks,
Scott Walker,
Sällskapet,
Negative Approach,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun City Girls,
Quando Quango,
Kerrie Biddell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Public Enemy,
Vainqueur,
Magazine,
Au Pairs,
Black Pus,
Symarip,
FM Einheit,
Frankie Knuckles,
Boogie Down Productions,
Swell Maps,
Los Fastidios,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Idris Muhammad,
Mr. Review,
Joe Smooth,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Index,
The Pretty Things,
Henry Cow,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Detroit Cobras,
Peter & Gordon,
Bush Tetras,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
R.M.O.,
Brothers Johnson,
Roxy Music,
Stetsasonic,
Surgeon,
Eddi Front,
Excepter,
the Germs,
Minny Pops,
The Searchers,
The Monochrome Set,
Roxette,
Massinfluence,
kango's stein massive,
Blossom Toes,
The Last Poets,
The Fire Engines,
Ultra Naté,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Chris Corsano,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Von Mondo,
Bill Near,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Erasure,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bauhaus,
Fad Gadget,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.