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 Samoa and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Curtis Mayfield to the funk 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Eddi Front,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Monolake,
Soft Cell,
Rosa Yemen,
Eve St. Jones,
Eric Copeland,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Piero Umiliani,
Agent Orange,
The Pop Group,
The Searchers,
Little Man,
Black Pus,
Con Funk Shun,
Hot Snakes,
R.M.O.,
Boz Scaggs,
Erasure,
Neu!,
The Beau Brummels,
Liliput,
Robert Görl,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Robert Hood,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eden Ahbez,
Traffic Nightmare,
FM Einheit,
The Raincoats,
Patti Smith,
The Monks,
Banda Bassotti,
Pierre Henry,
Bush Tetras,
Blancmange,
Brick,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Y Pants,
The Fire Engines,
Bronski Beat,
Roxette,
Buzzcocks,
June Days,
Reuben Wilson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Unrelated Segments,
Marc Almond,
John Cale,
Soul II Soul,
Maurizio,
Theoretical Girls,
the Slits,
B.T. Express,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Depeche Mode,
AZ,
Moss Icon,
Second Layer,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Clear Light,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.