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 Israel and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum 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 Eurythmics to the rap 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station 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?
The Five Americans,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Mummies,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
OOIOO,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Technova,
The Moody Blues,
Maurizio,
Laurel Aitken,
Cameo,
Loose Ends,
Talk Talk,
Crime,
Qualms,
John Lydon,
Slave,
The Count Five,
Cymande,
The Offenders,
The Residents,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barbara Tucker,
Monks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Doors,
Mo-Dettes,
PIL,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang Gang Dance,
China Crisis,
Brick,
Absolute Body Control,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joyce Sims,
DJ Sneak,
Dead Boys,
the Association,
Metal Thangz,
Rod Modell,
Parry Music,
Dave Gahan,
Byron Stingily,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Move,
Patti Smith,
Peter & Gordon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scan 7,
The Blues Magoos,
U.S. Maple,
Tom Boy,
Pierre Henry,
Sun Ra,
DNA,
Ornette Coleman,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joey Negro,
Wally Richardson,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.