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 Bahamas 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nation of Ulysses to the disco 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Simply Red,
Bizarre Inc.,
Procol Harum,
Deakin,
This Heat,
Jawbox,
Amon Düül,
The Blackbyrds,
John Lydon,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Moody Blues,
Josef K,
The Durutti Column,
The Gladiators,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DJ Sneak,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Robert Hood,
Kayak,
PIL,
Minutemen,
Stetsasonic,
Rapeman,
Jerry's Kids,
A Certain Ratio,
E-Dancer,
Steve Hackett,
Soft Cell,
The Fire Engines,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lungfish,
The Techniques,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Martian,
Bad Manners,
June of 44,
Michelle Simonal,
Rod Modell,
Nik Kershaw,
the Association,
Barrington Levy,
Judy Mowatt,
Lee Hazlewood,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Pus,
Delta 5,
Sight & Sound,
Brick,
The Stooges,
Japan,
Freddie Wadling,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Reuben Wilson,
The Evens,
The Mojo Men,
Average White Band,
FM Einheit,
Matthew Halsall,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
K-Klass,
X-Ray Spex,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.