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 Bosnia Herzegovina 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Spandau Ballet to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Anthony Braxton,
Von Mondo,
Shuggie Otis,
Harry Pussy,
The Doors,
The Human League,
The Evens,
Patti Smith,
The Red Krayola,
Chris Corsano,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hasil Adkins,
Pharoah Sanders,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roy Ayers,
Zapp,
Joe Smooth,
Gang Green,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Gap Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Cal Tjader,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deadbeat,
Joy Division,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
ABC,
The Cramps,
Pantaleimon,
K-Klass,
Au Pairs,
The Modern Lovers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Easy Going,
Siglo XX,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roxy Music,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Boredoms,
Throbbing Gristle,
Babytalk,
The Fall,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Reed,
Roxette,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nik Kershaw,
The Divine Comedy,
Tim Buckley,
June of 44,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Magazine,
Isaac Hayes,
Basic Channel,
Lucky Dragons,
Robert Görl,
Eurythmics,
Judy Mowatt,
the Bar-Kays,
The Angels of Light,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.