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 France 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 Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Lou Reed 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 Soul II Soul to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jeff Lynne,
Blake Baxter,
kango's stein massive,
The Associates,
John Coltrane,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Christie,
The Velvet Underground,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The United States of America,
Spoonie Gee,
The Dead C,
The Evens,
Avey Tare,
Bob Dylan,
The Mojo Men,
Monolake,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Faust,
Rufus Thomas,
Charles Mingus,
The Fall,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tres Demented,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ornette Coleman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Janne Schatter,
Fugazi,
Anthony Braxton,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pere Ubu,
Kurtis Blow,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang Green,
the Swans,
Parry Music,
the Human League,
Gong,
Amon Düül II,
Loose Ends,
Mandrill,
David Axelrod,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Main Source,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Al Stewart,
Half Japanese,
The Pop Group,
H. Thieme,
New York Dolls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bad Manners,
LL Cool J,
Barry Ungar,
The Fugs,
The Mummies,
The Barracudas,
Funky Four + One,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.