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 Gambia and from Toronto.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ 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 The Red Krayola to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Althea and Donna,
Eddi Front,
Joy Division,
Anakelly,
These Immortal Souls,
June of 44,
Sexual Harrassment,
New Age Steppers,
Josef K,
Nico,
Girls At Our Best!,
Niagra,
Circle Jerks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Spoonie Gee,
Vladislav Delay,
Blossom Toes,
Cecil Taylor,
Susan Cadogan,
Altered Images,
The Fire Engines,
Gang Starr,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wolf Eyes,
Urselle,
Interpol,
Los Fastidios,
Black Flag,
AZ,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
MDC,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Infiniti,
Kaleidoscope,
Donny Hathaway,
The Black Dice,
Al Stewart,
Arcadia,
Cheater Slicks,
New Order,
Robert Hood,
Anthony Braxton,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brick,
The J.B.'s,
Quadrant,
Lindisfarne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Sonics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wire,
Soft Cell,
Severed Heads,
Jeff Mills,
Radiohead,
Kenny Larkin,
The Electric Prunes,
Can,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.