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 Nepal and from Bologna.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Slackers to the punk 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
The Skatalites,
Massinfluence,
Deakin,
Soul II Soul,
Neu!,
Nirvana,
Procol Harum,
The Fire Engines,
Accadde A,
Bang On A Can,
PIL,
Interpol,
Zero Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
Television Personalities,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mission of Burma,
Marvin Gaye,
Juan Atkins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pole,
The Gladiators,
Avey Tare,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
DNA,
Kas Product,
Man Parrish,
Letta Mbulu,
Sugar Minott,
Lindisfarne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Flipper,
The Fall,
DJ Sneak,
Jesper Dahlback,
KRS-One,
Wire,
Gichy Dan,
Essential Logic,
Bauhaus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lucky Dragons,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Sheep,
Yusef Lateef,
Suicide,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Excepter,
The American Breed,
Jerry's Kids,
Livin' Joy,
The Black Dice,
Pussy Galore,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Shoche,
the Fania All-Stars,
FM Einheit,
The Doors,
Intrusion,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.