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 Moldova and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Robert Palmer 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 Average White Band 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Radio Birdman,
AZ,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Reed,
James White and The Blacks,
EPMD,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Pretty Things,
The Gories,
Alice Coltrane,
Sound Behaviour,
Eden Ahbez,
Fluxion,
The American Breed,
Neu!,
Depeche Mode,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Electric Prunes,
June of 44,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rhythm & Sound,
Technova,
Siglo XX,
Sugar Minott,
F. McDonald,
Althea and Donna,
Vainqueur,
Lungfish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
New York Dolls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Skriet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eddi Front,
The Fire Engines,
The J.B.'s,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aaron Thompson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ituana,
Echospace,
Rosa Yemen,
The Count Five,
Jacques Brel,
Malaria!,
Tres Demented,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
One Last Wish,
The Gap Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Motions,
Index,
Gastr Del Sol,
Quando Quango,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.