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 Senegal and from New York.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Robert Palmer 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 Mad Mike to the rock 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Dual Sessions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Johnny Clarke,
The J.B.'s,
The Dave Clark Five,
OOIOO,
Drexciya,
Siglo XX,
Alice Coltrane,
The Real Kids,
the Sonics,
Symarip,
ABBA,
Mandrill,
Kas Product,
Massinfluence,
Lou Reed,
Nick Fraelich,
Rapeman,
Eve St. Jones,
D'Angelo,
kango's stein massive,
Faust,
Marmalade,
Skaos,
Brick,
Circle Jerks,
Excepter,
The Zeros,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roger Hodgson,
Simply Red,
Deadbeat,
Gichy Dan,
Lucky Dragons,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Stooges,
Von Mondo,
Henry Cow,
Suicide,
Rod Modell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Q65,
Ohio Players,
The Toasters,
Whodini,
Brand Nubian,
Banda Bassotti,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jesper Dahlback,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Max Romeo,
Monolake,
Porter Ricks,
Wire,
Boredoms,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.