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 East Timor and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Holger Czukay 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 Yazoo to the electroclash 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Ossler,
Chris & Cosey,
Panda Bear,
Public Image Ltd.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jesper Dahlback,
Anthony Braxton,
Girls At Our Best!,
Peter and Kerry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Matthew Bourne,
The Moody Blues,
10cc,
Rufus Thomas,
Los Fastidios,
Hashim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Terrestrial Tones,
L. Decosne,
Bluetip,
Banda Bassotti,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ice-T,
Bang On A Can,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Carl Craig,
Jimmy McGriff,
DJ Style,
Saccharine Trust,
Connie Case,
B.T. Express,
Agent Orange,
Lou Christie,
Zapp,
Technova,
Godley & Creme,
Brand Nubian,
Crime,
Patti Smith,
E-Dancer,
Gerry Rafferty,
Negative Approach,
Chrome,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
K-Klass,
Amon Düül,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bush Tetras,
Tim Buckley,
Susan Cadogan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bob Dylan,
Leonard Cohen,
Cybotron,
Ronan,
Swell Maps,
Intrusion,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.