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 Saudi Arabia and from Portland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 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 X-Ray Spex to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Brand Nubian,
The Techniques,
Stiv Bators,
The Walker Brothers,
Model 500,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sandy B,
Eric Copeland,
Malaria!,
Newcleus,
Babytalk,
DNA,
The Index,
Crooked Eye,
Barbara Tucker,
Sister Nancy,
Suburban Knight,
Das Ding,
Scan 7,
the Slits,
CMW,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cymande,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soulsonic Force,
DJ Sneak,
Faraquet,
Jacques Brel,
The Fire Engines,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Radio Birdman,
Eurythmics,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wasted Youth,
Adolescents,
Mandrill,
Avey Tare,
Sam Rivers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Anakelly,
Skarface,
The Searchers,
Archie Shepp,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lucky Dragons,
Tres Demented,
Kaleidoscope,
The Electric Prunes,
Lindisfarne,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nirvana,
Hardrive,
Negative Approach,
T. Rex,
The Red Krayola,
Wings,
Nico,
The Associates,
The Pop Group,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.