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 Iceland and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Oblivians,
The Evens,
Faraquet,
Scrapy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aaron Thompson,
Cybotron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Monks,
Aswad,
KRS-One,
Soul II Soul,
Pylon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Babytalk,
Lou Reed,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Godley & Creme,
L. Decosne,
Derrick May,
Mars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jeff Lynne,
The Alarm Clocks,
FM Einheit,
David Axelrod,
This Heat,
Unwound,
The Music Machine,
Eve St. Jones,
Absolute Body Control,
Young Marble Giants,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Smiths,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jeff Mills,
Juan Atkins,
Index,
Severed Heads,
Leonard Cohen,
Fear,
A Flock of Seagulls,
X-101,
Little Man,
Charles Mingus,
Newcleus,
The Pretty Things,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Davy DMX,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
In Retrospect,
Susan Cadogan,
Circle Jerks,
Scan 7,
Camberwell Now,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.