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 Mauritania and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marine Girls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Dirtbombs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Supertramp,
Kevin Saunderson,
Drexciya,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lakeside,
Television Personalities,
Q65,
Patti Smith,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Blues Magoos,
Theoretical Girls,
Al Stewart,
Nik Kershaw,
Babytalk,
Sun Ra,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Henry Cow,
the Sonics,
Icehouse,
The Martian,
Sex Pistols,
Grey Daturas,
Tomorrow,
China Crisis,
Danielle Patucci,
10cc,
Wings,
The Smoke,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Parry Music,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Saints,
Motorama,
Cal Tjader,
Ten City,
Talk Talk,
Black Moon,
David McCallum,
Sun City Girls,
Toni Rubio,
Kurtis Blow,
Eddi Front,
LL Cool J,
Hot Snakes,
Gang Green,
Model 500,
Brick,
Young Marble Giants,
Rotary Connection,
Rekid,
Blossom Toes,
Lalann,
Bang On A Can,
Amon Düül II,
Jeff Lynne,
Popol Vuh,
Peter & Gordon,
Ituana,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.