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 Malaysia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron 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 The Selecter to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Bob Dylan,
Scott Walker,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Neon Judgement,
Roxy Music,
The Skatalites,
Circle Jerks,
Steve Hackett,
Dawn Penn,
The Monochrome Set,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Duran Duran,
The Shadows of Knight,
Byron Stingily,
Heaven 17,
Rekid,
Harpers Bizarre,
Zero Boys,
Angry Samoans,
The Happenings,
The Associates,
Iggy Pop,
Henry Cow,
The Cramps,
Niagra,
The Gladiators,
Curtis Mayfield,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marc Almond,
Traffic Nightmare,
Arab on Radar,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Q65,
Moby Grape,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soft Cell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Howard Jones,
Kerri Chandler,
Scan 7,
Morten Harket,
Letta Mbulu,
Stetsasonic,
David McCallum,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Y Pants,
Yaz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
JFA,
China Crisis,
The Fuzztones,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tomorrow,
Wolf Eyes,
The Walker Brothers,
Essential Logic,
Danielle Patucci,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.