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 Netherlands and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
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 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 Michael McDonald 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Metal Thangz,
Aaron Thompson,
Subhumans,
Masters at Work,
Depeche Mode,
Henry Cow,
The J.B.'s,
Funkadelic,
The Fire Engines,
Hasil Adkins,
Brass Construction,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Easy Going,
Joy Division,
Connie Case,
Porter Ricks,
Country Teasers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tim Buckley,
Mr. Review,
Black Pus,
Peter and Kerry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Erasure,
Guru Guru,
The Index,
Darondo,
ABBA,
Unrelated Segments,
Davy DMX,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lee Hazlewood,
Johnny Clarke,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Von Mondo,
Duran Duran,
Gerry Rafferty,
Glenn Branca,
Underground Resistance,
Al Stewart,
Mary Jane Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sparks,
Hashim,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sex Pistols,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alison Limerick,
Vladislav Delay,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Moleskins,
Mission of Burma,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Germs,
The Angels of Light,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.