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 Slovakia and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 Wally Richardson to the punk 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Henry Cow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Warren Ellis,
Ohio Players,
Isaac Hayes,
The Vogues,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Germs,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Swans,
Outsiders,
The New Christs,
David Axelrod,
Pussy Galore,
Marmalade,
the Soft Cell,
Avey Tare,
Scan 7,
Black Pus,
Yaz,
Arab on Radar,
Amon Düül II,
The Cramps,
Sexual Harrassment,
Urselle,
Amon Düül,
Gang Starr,
Talk Talk,
Todd Rundgren,
Television,
Pylon,
AZ,
Soul II Soul,
Monolake,
The Blues Magoos,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Christie,
Eve St. Jones,
Bill Near,
The Modern Lovers,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Flesh Eaters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
H. Thieme,
Rosa Yemen,
Joey Negro,
Monks,
Robert Görl,
Minor Threat,
Fela Kuti,
Michelle Simonal,
Bill Wells,
The Fortunes,
These Immortal Souls,
Whodini,
Moebius,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.