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 Brazil and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Robert Görl to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Slave,
Alison Limerick,
Lindisfarne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Misunderstood,
Cymande,
The Leaves,
Von Mondo,
Althea and Donna,
The Slits,
Bobbi Humphrey,
This Heat,
Pharoah Sanders,
Royal Trux,
The Young Rascals,
Franke,
Kaleidoscope,
Nik Kershaw,
Nico,
Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deakin,
Tommy Roe,
Porter Ricks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Patti Smith,
The Dirtbombs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Severed Heads,
Iggy Pop,
Ornette Coleman,
Amazonics,
Amon Düül II,
The Mummies,
the Association,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Magma,
Lou Reed,
Altered Images,
Newcleus,
R.M.O.,
Urselle,
Cybotron,
Basic Channel,
The Moody Blues,
The Smiths,
Dual Sessions,
Liliput,
Mission of Burma,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dennis Brown,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Chris & Cosey,
Lalo Schifrin,
Technova,
Ohio Players,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare,
Nation of Ulysses,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.