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 Mozambique and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Neon Judgement to the rock 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Derrick Morgan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lyres,
Dave Gahan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Vladislav Delay,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Electric Prunes,
Deadbeat,
DNA,
Drexciya,
The Moleskins,
Bob Dylan,
Easy Going,
World's Most,
MC5,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pantaleimon,
New Order,
Alton Ellis,
Bill Wells,
Janne Schatter,
Altered Images,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bauhaus,
Black Flag,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Associates,
Grauzone,
Alphaville,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Beau Brummels,
Hasil Adkins,
E-Dancer,
Dawn Penn,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Radio Birdman,
Metal Thangz,
Flipper,
This Heat,
Supertramp,
MDC,
Angry Samoans,
The Buckinghams,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rakim,
Lou Christie,
Jawbox,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Names,
Babytalk,
The Searchers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marvin Gaye,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.