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 Georgia and from Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe 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 the Soft Cell 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
The Fortunes,
the Slits,
T.S.O.L.,
Basic Channel,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Modern Lovers,
The Dirtbombs,
The Monochrome Set,
Carl Craig,
Young Marble Giants,
Loose Ends,
Urselle,
The Techniques,
Colin Newman,
Sparks,
Whodini,
Marc Almond,
Heaven 17,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gong,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Robert Wyatt,
The Busters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Interpol,
Isaac Hayes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Wake,
Roy Ayers,
Sixth Finger,
Wasted Youth,
Cymande,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
48th St. Collective,
Slave,
Gang Starr,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pierre Henry,
The Litter,
The Fugs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Josef K,
Archie Shepp,
Barrington Levy,
L. Decosne,
Negative Approach,
Von Mondo,
The Blues Magoos,
Vainqueur,
Alice Coltrane,
Joey Negro,
Lou Christie,
Con Funk Shun,
D'Angelo,
Tom Boy,
Robert Hood,
The Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
Ronnie Foster,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.