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 Japan 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron 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 The Sound to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Silicon Teens,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Amon Düül II,
Grey Daturas,
Skriet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bad Manners,
Marmalade,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Little Man,
Saccharine Trust,
Mantronix,
The Modern Lovers,
Junior Murvin,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ponytail,
The Fugs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Niagra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Smoke,
10cc,
Jacques Brel,
the Slits,
The Star Department,
Stetsasonic,
the Germs,
Nas,
Technova,
James White and The Blacks,
Visage,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Man Eating Sloth,
Donald Byrd,
Motorama,
The United States of America,
Gang of Four,
The Dirtbombs,
Basic Channel,
Y Pants,
Quantec,
The Stooges,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cybotron,
Idris Muhammad,
David Axelrod,
Lightning Bolt,
Matthew Halsall,
Piero Umiliani,
The Mojo Men,
The Standells,
Robert Hood,
Neu!,
Ken Boothe,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Leaves,
Scientists,
Joe Smooth,
Scion,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.