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 Czech Republic and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin 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 In Retrospect to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Popol Vuh,
Robert Görl,
Amon Düül II,
Funky Four + One,
Lindisfarne,
The Toasters,
T. Rex,
Marc Almond,
Peter & Gordon,
World's Most,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Birthday Party,
Big Daddy Kane,
Section 25,
Brick,
Susan Cadogan,
Porter Ricks,
Kaleidoscope,
The Moleskins,
Leonard Cohen,
The Black Dice,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cowsills,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nico,
D'Angelo,
The Associates,
Donald Byrd,
Deepchord,
Index,
The Residents,
The Walker Brothers,
Marmalade,
Yusef Lateef,
Royal Trux,
Babytalk,
Harmonia,
Can,
Harpers Bizarre,
Circle Jerks,
L. Decosne,
Bad Manners,
Technova,
Soft Cell,
Silicon Teens,
Jesper Dahlback,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Neil Young,
Radiohead,
Marine Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Reagan Youth,
Idris Muhammad,
Sixth Finger,
DNA,
The Litter,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.