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 Ghana and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Soft Cell to the disco 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Colin Newman,
Amon Düül II,
Mantronix,
Los Fastidios,
Joyce Sims,
Warren Ellis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Maleditus Sound,
Clear Light,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barry Ungar,
ABBA,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jeru the Damaja,
Panda Bear,
Talk Talk,
Donny Hathaway,
Skaos,
Stereo Dub,
Radiopuhelimet,
Amazonics,
Janne Schatter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Howard Jones,
New Order,
Boredoms,
Hoover,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ossler,
Robert Görl,
Electric Prunes,
The Slits,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Pus,
Section 25,
The Martian,
Sarah Menescal,
Lalann,
Sixth Finger,
Brand Nubian,
The Smoke,
Agitation Free,
DJ Style,
Icehouse,
Alphaville,
Swans,
The Cowsills,
Glenn Branca,
A Certain Ratio,
Jerry's Kids,
The Moleskins,
Laurel Aitken,
Rakim,
Lower 48,
Accadde A,
The Searchers,
Derrick Morgan,
New York Dolls,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.