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 Montenegro and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 John Cale to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
the Soft Cell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
T. Rex,
Simply Red,
The Gladiators,
Ossler,
Metal Thangz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Byrd,
Procol Harum,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Martian,
Jacques Brel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Qualms,
Idris Muhammad,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Terrestrial Tones,
Agitation Free,
Ultimate Spinach,
Outsiders,
Gang Starr,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hardrive,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Remains,
Joey Negro,
Lalann,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Offenders,
Make Up,
Echospace,
Gichy Dan,
Patti Smith,
Stiv Bators,
the Human League,
Morten Harket,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Association,
Soft Cell,
The Invisible,
Dead Boys,
Cal Tjader,
Darondo,
Fear,
the Swans,
The Leaves,
John Holt,
Stockholm Monsters,
Michelle Simonal,
Camberwell Now,
The Blackbyrds,
Wings,
Visage,
Buzzcocks,
Aswad,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Massinfluence,
Erasure,
X-102,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.