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 Iran and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Robert Palmer 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 Nas to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Mo-Dettes,
Shoche,
Khruangbin,
Sarah Menescal,
Dave Gahan,
Whodini,
Alphaville,
Amazonics,
Altered Images,
Kool Moe Dee,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sparks,
Radiohead,
New York Dolls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Blancmange,
Technova,
Animal Collective,
The Vogues,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang Gang Dance,
Excepter,
Black Bananas,
The Real Kids,
Rod Modell,
Ponytail,
Faust,
PIL,
LL Cool J,
Organ,
Lou Christie,
Bill Wells,
The Human League,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ossler,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Coltrane,
The Motions,
Steve Hackett,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ituana,
Lou Reed,
The Invisible,
The Last Poets,
The Cure,
Skaos,
Kerri Chandler,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jacques Brel,
a-ha,
The Cramps,
The Fugs,
Althea and Donna,
Lower 48,
Eden Ahbez,
Peter and Kerry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hasil Adkins,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.