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 Angola and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Lindisfarne,
Lyres,
Franke,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Techniques,
Magazine,
The Monks,
Vladislav Delay,
Little Man,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
This Heat,
Q and Not U,
Scrapy,
The Grass Roots,
K-Klass,
Howard Jones,
Funkadelic,
Grauzone,
Hasil Adkins,
Ronan,
The Tremeloes,
Fear,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Skarface,
The Star Department,
Stiv Bators,
Tubeway Army,
the Association,
John Coltrane,
Minny Pops,
Archie Shepp,
Audionom,
Roxy Music,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Motorama,
Goldenarms,
Unrelated Segments,
The Seeds,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Standells,
Ultra Naté,
Minnie Riperton,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Livin' Joy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rod Modell,
Infiniti,
Niagra,
Angry Samoans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sixth Finger,
Deepchord,
John Holt,
Soft Cell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cheater Slicks,
The Smiths,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.