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 Iran and from Bologna.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Evens to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Tremeloes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Slick Rick,
China Crisis,
Absolute Body Control,
Niagra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Negative Approach,
The Human League,
The Knickerbockers,
Bronski Beat,
H. Thieme,
Maurizio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ludus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Terry Callier,
Lou Reed,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grandmaster Flash,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
a-ha,
Malaria!,
Kayak,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marshall Jefferson,
Maleditus Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Derrick Morgan,
June Days,
Dave Gahan,
The Monks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pagans,
Quantec,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Siglo XX,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yusef Lateef,
Minutemen,
Ultra Naté,
Dual Sessions,
Lightning Bolt,
Whodini,
Tropical Tobacco,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Barracudas,
The Saints,
Connie Case,
These Immortal Souls,
Reuben Wilson,
B.T. Express,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.