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 Fiji and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Spoonie Gee to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
UT,
Das Ding,
Kerri Chandler,
Barry Ungar,
Wasted Youth,
Scrapy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Sheep,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Cure,
Peter & Gordon,
Basic Channel,
Khruangbin,
The Gladiators,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Iggy Pop,
June of 44,
Negative Approach,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Panda Bear,
Flipper,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Move,
The Associates,
Neil Young,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Foxx,
Bizarre Inc.,
Youth Brigade,
The Seeds,
The Beau Brummels,
Ronnie Foster,
Model 500,
Sex Pistols,
Frankie Knuckles,
Essential Logic,
Gabor Szabo,
Avey Tare,
Soft Cell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Erasure,
The Misunderstood,
The American Breed,
Thee Headcoats,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Slave,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Stooges,
Sound Behaviour,
Nico,
Altered Images,
Ultra Naté,
Pussy Galore,
Rosa Yemen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jeff Lynne,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.