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 Dominican Republic and from Toronto.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Flash Fearless to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Monolake,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Count Five,
Deakin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Talk Talk,
F. McDonald,
Lalann,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Piero Umiliani,
Sonny Sharrock,
Anakelly,
Essential Logic,
The Evens,
The Human League,
the Association,
The Fire Engines,
The Standells,
Mandrill,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Monks,
The Skatalites,
Sandy B,
48th St. Collective,
AZ,
Henry Cow,
Fugazi,
Harpers Bizarre,
Maurizio,
Magazine,
Urselle,
Barbara Tucker,
Joy Division,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gories,
Technova,
the Soft Cell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brothers Johnson,
E-Dancer,
Nico,
Tubeway Army,
Moebius,
Symarip,
Terry Callier,
Alison Limerick,
The Pop Group,
The Cramps,
Juan Atkins,
Guru Guru,
Supertramp,
Jimmy McGriff,
Goldenarms,
Danielle Patucci,
Banda Bassotti,
The Velvet Underground,
Rakim,
Newcleus,
Kas Product,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.