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 Paraguay 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Lindisfarne to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Delta 5,
Von Mondo,
The Divine Comedy,
Siglo XX,
Ultravox,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Buckinghams,
Q65,
The Count Five,
Mandrill,
The Gories,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sandy B,
Ice-T,
Curtis Mayfield,
Shuggie Otis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jesper Dahlback,
The United States of America,
Rekid,
Yazoo,
X-Ray Spex,
Ten City,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Wake,
The American Breed,
the Fania All-Stars,
CMW,
OOIOO,
The Gap Band,
Joyce Sims,
Tears for Fears,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Remains,
Zero Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
The Trojans,
Neu!,
The Moleskins,
New Order,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mark Hollis,
Michelle Simonal,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Modern Lovers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grey Daturas,
Mad Mike,
LL Cool J,
Toni Rubio,
Roger Hodgson,
A Certain Ratio,
Excepter,
The Young Rascals,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gabor Szabo,
Tres Demented,
Gastr Del Sol,
Amazonics,
Tommy Roe,
AZ,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.