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 Thailand and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 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 Thee Headcoats to the techno 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Inner City,
Radiohead,
Infiniti,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang Gang Dance,
Derrick May,
Ultravox,
Slick Rick,
OOIOO,
Alison Limerick,
Hashim,
Boz Scaggs,
The Beau Brummels,
The Evens,
FM Einheit,
John Lydon,
Peter & Gordon,
Animal Collective,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Misunderstood,
Public Enemy,
Pantaleimon,
Fear,
Eric Copeland,
Todd Terry,
Bang On A Can,
Surgeon,
The Cowsills,
Eric Dolphy,
Swell Maps,
The Vogues,
Derrick Morgan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Monks,
The Five Americans,
The Doors,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Yellowson,
Marine Girls,
The Smoke,
Hot Snakes,
Motorama,
Japan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bauhaus,
The Tremeloes,
Rotary Connection,
Gabor Szabo,
The Sonics,
Thompson Twins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Junior Murvin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dawn Penn,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kayak,
Essential Logic,
Heaven 17,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.