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 Syria and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar 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 Peter and Kerry to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
The Fire Engines,
Goldenarms,
Magma,
the Soft Cell,
Radiohead,
Unwound,
Youth Brigade,
Aswad,
Avey Tare,
Peter and Kerry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Popol Vuh,
Rekid,
John Coltrane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Blackbyrds,
The Slits,
The Angels of Light,
the Normal,
The Stooges,
Eurythmics,
The Walker Brothers,
Charles Mingus,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Loose Ends,
Bootsy Collins,
Wire,
Model 500,
Man Parrish,
LL Cool J,
Zapp,
Marvin Gaye,
Adolescents,
Lakeside,
Sex Pistols,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Amon Düül,
The Cramps,
EPMD,
Yazoo,
This Heat,
Lungfish,
Anakelly,
Pagans,
Agitation Free,
Mad Mike,
Flipper,
Harpers Bizarre,
X-102,
Albert Ayler,
Spandau Ballet,
Janne Schatter,
ABBA,
Pere Ubu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jandek,
Index,
Soulsonic Force,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.