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 Australia and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ultravox to the jazz 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Ken Boothe,
The Sound,
Max Romeo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bill Near,
The Real Kids,
Sonny Sharrock,
Carl Craig,
Nico,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barry Ungar,
Vladislav Delay,
Derrick May,
The Barracudas,
Soft Machine,
Visage,
Arab on Radar,
Smog,
Sonic Youth,
ABBA,
Amon Düül,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Index,
Gastr Del Sol,
Leonard Cohen,
Brothers Johnson,
The Pop Group,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Guru Guru,
Moss Icon,
Dennis Brown,
Technova,
Jimmy McGriff,
Spoonie Gee,
Sixth Finger,
The Birthday Party,
The Stooges,
Kurtis Blow,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deadbeat,
Mad Mike,
Glenn Branca,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cybotron,
Josef K,
Sarah Menescal,
Tim Buckley,
Model 500,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tom Boy,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.