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 Germany and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Moon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Davy DMX,
Gang Starr,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
kango's stein massive,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alice Coltrane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Young Marble Giants,
the Soft Cell,
Ituana,
Yazoo,
Johnny Clarke,
Maurizio,
Jawbox,
Al Stewart,
Wasted Youth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Carl Craig,
Ronan,
Cluster,
Ultravox,
The Names,
The Trojans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Man Parrish,
Porter Ricks,
One Last Wish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Saccharine Trust,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Groovy Waters,
Juan Atkins,
Joy Division,
Oblivians,
Charles Mingus,
Pantytec,
The Seeds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Monochrome Set,
Graham Central Station,
Sun City Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Little Man,
Byron Stingily,
Index,
The Dirtbombs,
Con Funk Shun,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Mummies,
John Holt,
Schoolly D,
The Buckinghams,
Reagan Youth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Masters at Work,
Lalo Schifrin,
Siglo XX,
Grauzone,
X-101,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.