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 Botswana and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
the Soft Cell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Flag,
Big Daddy Kane,
Procol Harum,
Mission of Burma,
Quando Quango,
Josef K,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Byrd,
T.S.O.L.,
Ludus,
Skaos,
Donny Hathaway,
Arab on Radar,
Urselle,
The Happenings,
Parry Music,
John Coltrane,
Babytalk,
Connie Case,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soft Cell,
Reagan Youth,
The Motions,
the Bar-Kays,
Kurtis Blow,
Spoonie Gee,
The Moody Blues,
Donald Byrd,
Malaria!,
Dual Sessions,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Sheep,
Kerri Chandler,
John Holt,
Marvin Gaye,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Massinfluence,
The Doors,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Television,
Wasted Youth,
Black Moon,
UT,
Sound Behaviour,
Radio Birdman,
the Slits,
The Vogues,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Quantec,
Mars,
Toni Rubio,
Jerry's Kids,
Danielle Patucci,
Brick,
Chris Corsano,
Aloha Tigers,
Funky Four + One,
Q65,
Rotary Connection,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.