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 Rwanda 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eurythmics to the disco 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Interpol,
Lungfish,
Roxy Music,
Sarah Menescal,
Roger Hodgson,
Nils Olav,
Maurizio,
Ponytail,
8 Eyed Spy,
Severed Heads,
Anakelly,
Stetsasonic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aswad,
Radio Birdman,
JFA,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mandrill,
Black Moon,
Dave Gahan,
Monolake,
Stereo Dub,
Connie Case,
Silicon Teens,
Funky Four + One,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soft Cell,
Black Flag,
Bluetip,
Yazoo,
Fatback Band,
The Dirtbombs,
The Index,
Chris & Cosey,
The Young Rascals,
The Skatalites,
Marmalade,
The Mummies,
The Kinks,
Graham Central Station,
Theoretical Girls,
a-ha,
Drive Like Jehu,
Amon Düül,
Terrestrial Tones,
Donny Hathaway,
Grey Daturas,
Pagans,
Wolf Eyes,
Robert Hood,
Mary Jane Girls,
Darondo,
Q and Not U,
Mo-Dettes,
Tim Buckley,
Blake Baxter,
The Vogues,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.