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 Cuba and from Bremen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet 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 Radiopuhelimet to the grunge 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pulsallama,
Josef K,
Lungfish,
Gang of Four,
A Certain Ratio,
Robert Görl,
Gichy Dan,
The American Breed,
Eddi Front,
The Moody Blues,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang Green,
Underground Resistance,
The Blackbyrds,
Juan Atkins,
Hasil Adkins,
Porter Ricks,
Audionom,
Stiv Bators,
The New Christs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Barracudas,
Barry Ungar,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fluxion,
Avey Tare,
EPMD,
Steve Hackett,
Smog,
the Association,
Monolake,
kango's stein massive,
Aswad,
Sam Rivers,
Grey Daturas,
Lakeside,
Flash Fearless,
Q65,
Soul Sonic Force,
June of 44,
Zero Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cure,
Lindisfarne,
Isaac Hayes,
John Lydon,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Mojo Men,
Janne Schatter,
Ronnie Foster,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pantytec,
Guru Guru,
The Smoke,
Minor Threat,
Eric Copeland,
The Gladiators,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.