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 Zimbabwe and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jerry's Kids to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Nick Fraelich,
Juan Atkins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bush Tetras,
The Beau Brummels,
Aswad,
The Litter,
Eurythmics,
China Crisis,
Soulsonic Force,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alphaville,
The Fugs,
The Modern Lovers,
Kayak,
the Bar-Kays,
Howard Jones,
Siglo XX,
Aaron Thompson,
X-102,
Ken Boothe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lucky Dragons,
Faust,
The New Christs,
Fela Kuti,
Symarip,
Dawn Penn,
Anthony Braxton,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Janne Schatter,
Porter Ricks,
Rufus Thomas,
Skriet,
CMW,
Blossom Toes,
June of 44,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fat Boys,
Panda Bear,
Black Flag,
Pantytec,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lalann,
the Swans,
Goldenarms,
Kaleidoscope,
AZ,
the Fania All-Stars,
Chris Corsano,
Deepchord,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camouflage,
The Fortunes,
Oblivians,
Minny Pops,
The Dirtbombs,
Pole,
10cc,
Malaria!,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.