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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 Quantec 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Big Daddy Kane,
Slick Rick,
Ituana,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Reed,
the Sonics,
Von Mondo,
Joensuu 1685,
AZ,
Scrapy,
The Happenings,
Ultra Naté,
The Beau Brummels,
Make Up,
The Moody Blues,
Glambeats Corp.,
Inner City,
Shoche,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
ABBA,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pole,
Model 500,
Connie Case,
Eli Mardock,
Matthew Bourne,
Yazoo,
DJ Style,
The Wake,
Animal Collective,
The Busters,
Schoolly D,
The Cramps,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Human League,
Skriet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Altered Images,
Roxette,
Mark Hollis,
Surgeon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Janne Schatter,
Roxy Music,
Henry Cow,
Vainqueur,
The Standells,
Godley & Creme,
Aswad,
the Human League,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Warsaw,
Accadde A,
Robert Görl,
Minutemen,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soft Cell,
Harry Pussy,
Laurel Aitken,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.