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 Houston.
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 Lille and Delhi.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pole to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Rod Modell,
John Foxx,
JFA,
Adolescents,
Newcleus,
Grauzone,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lakeside,
Guru Guru,
This Heat,
The Beau Brummels,
The Sound,
FM Einheit,
The Remains,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Grass Roots,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gregory Isaacs,
The J.B.'s,
Television,
Throbbing Gristle,
DJ Sneak,
Morten Harket,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eddi Front,
Godley & Creme,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brothers Johnson,
David Bowie,
The Divine Comedy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Blues Magoos,
Man Parrish,
Delta 5,
Trumans Water,
The Techniques,
Slick Rick,
The Count Five,
Average White Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Shoche,
Freddie Wadling,
Amon Düül,
Cheater Slicks,
World's Most,
Japan,
Eve St. Jones,
In Retrospect,
Gang Gang Dance,
Circle Jerks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eric Dolphy,
Tubeway Army,
Carl Craig,
The Standells,
Lebanon Hanover,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rosa Yemen,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.