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 Cameroon and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marshall Jefferson to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Slave,
The Divine Comedy,
The Standells,
Joey Negro,
Gong,
The Searchers,
Accadde A,
Lou Reed,
Iggy Pop,
Morten Harket,
L. Decosne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rufus Thomas,
Michelle Simonal,
Throbbing Gristle,
EPMD,
Rapeman,
Amon Düül,
Barclay James Harvest,
Barrington Levy,
the Slits,
AZ,
Joensuu 1685,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wings,
Cal Tjader,
Toni Rubio,
48th St. Collective,
Mary Jane Girls,
Visage,
Erykah Badu,
Swell Maps,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Popol Vuh,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Blackbyrds,
the Human League,
Parry Music,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Subhumans,
Tres Demented,
FM Einheit,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Electric Prunes,
Fatback Band,
Make Up,
Pere Ubu,
Soulsonic Force,
Henry Cow,
John Cale,
Eve St. Jones,
Inner City,
The Happenings,
Kayak,
Sex Pistols,
Soft Machine,
Laurel Aitken,
Steve Hackett,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Silicon Teens,
Stetsasonic,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.