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 Yemen and from New York.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Camberwell Now to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
John Foxx,
Sarah Menescal,
CMW,
Bauhaus,
Pussy Galore,
Sister Nancy,
Underground Resistance,
Gabor Szabo,
The Victims,
The Misunderstood,
Todd Rundgren,
The New Christs,
Silicon Teens,
Accadde A,
Howard Jones,
Jacob Miller,
Rapeman,
Supertramp,
Erasure,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
R.M.O.,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aloha Tigers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Faust,
The Standells,
Clear Light,
Smog,
F. McDonald,
Hasil Adkins,
Nick Fraelich,
Hashim,
Subhumans,
Desert Stars,
Dark Day,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Frankie Knuckles,
Public Enemy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Curtis Mayfield,
Can,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bronski Beat,
X-102,
MC5,
Fluxion,
Rhythm & Sound,
Albert Ayler,
Infiniti,
Qualms,
The Slackers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minor Threat,
Loose Ends,
Bad Manners,
Harry Pussy,
Aaron Thompson,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.