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 Romania and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Electric Prunes to the grime 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Audionom,
Ohio Players,
The Wake,
The Mummies,
Warren Ellis,
Second Layer,
Jacques Brel,
Rekid,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joy Division,
Moby Grape,
One Last Wish,
Eddi Front,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dawn Penn,
the Human League,
Gregory Isaacs,
Porter Ricks,
JFA,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jacob Miller,
Kerrie Biddell,
K-Klass,
Roger Hodgson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Spandau Ballet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Davy DMX,
Nico,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Inner City,
Massinfluence,
Rosa Yemen,
Jeff Mills,
Avey Tare,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Vainqueur,
Leonard Cohen,
Laurel Aitken,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Trojans,
Arcadia,
The Velvet Underground,
Byron Stingily,
Gang Green,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gichy Dan,
T.S.O.L.,
Eric Dolphy,
Suicide,
DJ Sneak,
Excepter,
Colin Newman,
Lucky Dragons,
In Retrospect,
The Walker Brothers,
Angry Samoans,
Ituana,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.