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 Philippines and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes 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 Warren Ellis to the electroclash 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Sherman,
The Skatalites,
Crime,
Sexual Harrassment,
James White and The Blacks,
Amazonics,
Jeff Lynne,
Joensuu 1685,
Scan 7,
The Durutti Column,
Bauhaus,
Guru Guru,
The Grass Roots,
Television,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Thompson Twins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Organ,
The Cowsills,
a-ha,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roxette,
Gang of Four,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The United States of America,
Eli Mardock,
Ornette Coleman,
Symarip,
Yazoo,
Lightning Bolt,
the Slits,
Khruangbin,
The Remains,
Avey Tare,
Faust,
Swell Maps,
the Human League,
The Toasters,
The Knickerbockers,
Dark Day,
Arab on Radar,
Agitation Free,
The New Christs,
Neil Young,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Electric Prunes,
Pagans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Suicide,
The Standells,
Reuben Wilson,
Danielle Patucci,
AZ,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sun City Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Slackers,
Ohio Players,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.