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 Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 David Bowie 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 Thompson Twins to the grime 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Drive Like Jehu,
Chrome,
Khruangbin,
Nick Fraelich,
Siglo XX,
Simply Red,
Deepchord,
Bob Dylan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
K-Klass,
Severed Heads,
MDC,
Byron Stingily,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minnie Riperton,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fugs,
The Young Rascals,
Saccharine Trust,
Stereo Dub,
Roxette,
Maurizio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cowsills,
Yazoo,
Babytalk,
Fluxion,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kerri Chandler,
Urselle,
the Slits,
Kaleidoscope,
B.T. Express,
Henry Cow,
Parry Music,
Buzzcocks,
Jeff Mills,
Echospace,
Crime,
Leonard Cohen,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brass Construction,
Boz Scaggs,
Sam Rivers,
The Fall,
The Skatalites,
Silicon Teens,
The Vogues,
Traffic Nightmare,
Second Layer,
Grauzone,
Radiohead,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soft Cell,
Quantec,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aswad,
Dawn Penn,
The Electric Prunes,
Motorama,
Cymande,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.