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 Mauritania and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe 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 David Bowie to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Funky Four + One,
Deakin,
Matthew Bourne,
Television,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fall,
Anthony Braxton,
The Birthday Party,
Negative Approach,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scan 7,
MDC,
The Barracudas,
Wasted Youth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fifty Foot Hose,
D'Angelo,
Ronnie Foster,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Leaves,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Can,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barbara Tucker,
Eli Mardock,
Joyce Sims,
Black Flag,
Blake Baxter,
Echospace,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Smoke,
Barclay James Harvest,
Barrington Levy,
Magma,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DJ Style,
Tom Boy,
Goldenarms,
June of 44,
Ronan,
Nas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Circle Jerks,
Spandau Ballet,
Lungfish,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang of Four,
Eve St. Jones,
China Crisis,
The Neon Judgement,
Toni Rubio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Al Stewart,
La Düsseldorf,
Interpol,
Scion,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.