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 Azerbaijan and from Woodstock.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Michael McDonald 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
One Last Wish,
The Fugs,
Swell Maps,
The Standells,
Todd Terry,
Anthony Braxton,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Index,
Derrick May,
Fugazi,
Whodini,
Marc Almond,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Flag,
Howard Jones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
B.T. Express,
China Crisis,
The Selecter,
Roger Hodgson,
Icehouse,
Godley & Creme,
Ohio Players,
The Doors,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Sherman,
Bush Tetras,
Kenny Larkin,
Danielle Patucci,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
X-Ray Spex,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Womack,
Skriet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grauzone,
Niagra,
Outsiders,
Basic Channel,
Model 500,
The Busters,
Average White Band,
The Fire Engines,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fuzztones,
Judy Mowatt,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Saints,
Bootsy Collins,
Skaos,
Fatback Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Dennis Brown,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Donny Hathaway,
E-Dancer,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gichy Dan,
The Dead C,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.