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 Vietnam and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Michael McDonald 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 Roxy.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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 Sonics,
The Fortunes,
X-Ray Spex,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marshall Jefferson,
Average White Band,
The Young Rascals,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Blues Magoos,
Organ,
Nick Fraelich,
Simply Red,
Khruangbin,
The Barracudas,
Stereo Dub,
Minnie Riperton,
Fatback Band,
The Seeds,
Andrew Hill,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Evens,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
China Crisis,
Sister Nancy,
Icehouse,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ice-T,
The Count Five,
Ronnie Foster,
The Neon Judgement,
Loose Ends,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eli Mardock,
kango's stein massive,
Animal Collective,
Negative Approach,
Aloha Tigers,
Urselle,
Neil Young,
Jeff Mills,
Oblivians,
Soul II Soul,
Babytalk,
The Offenders,
Eurythmics,
Alphaville,
Camouflage,
Smog,
Josef K,
Delta 5,
F. McDonald,
DJ Sneak,
Kayak,
U.S. Maple,
Severed Heads,
H. Thieme,
Brothers Johnson,
Morten Harket,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Byrd,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.