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 Colombia and from Halifax.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin 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 E-Dancer to the crunk 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
The Offenders,
48th St. Collective,
Kayak,
Thompson Twins,
The Leaves,
Hardrive,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Reagan Youth,
The Pop Group,
The Busters,
The Grass Roots,
Stereo Dub,
The Invisible,
H. Thieme,
John Holt,
Public Image Ltd.,
Porter Ricks,
The Blackbyrds,
Robert Wyatt,
Cybotron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Amazonics,
The Red Krayola,
Smog,
Bush Tetras,
Little Man,
Main Source,
Charles Mingus,
FM Einheit,
Dead Boys,
Tres Demented,
Fat Boys,
OOIOO,
The Standells,
The Gap Band,
The Dead C,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Sonics,
Basic Channel,
Whodini,
Joensuu 1685,
Angry Samoans,
Index,
F. McDonald,
Ultimate Spinach,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
In Retrospect,
Black Flag,
Q65,
The Index,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Skarface,
Loose Ends,
Blake Baxter,
Vainqueur,
Scion,
Josef K,
The Beau Brummels,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.