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 Moldova and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Maurizio to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Fear,
Mad Mike,
Susan Cadogan,
MDC,
The Selecter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eli Mardock,
the Soft Cell,
Blancmange,
Bootsy Collins,
Isaac Hayes,
Chris Corsano,
Chrome,
Bobby Womack,
Masters at Work,
Ken Boothe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bauhaus,
E-Dancer,
The Moleskins,
Can,
Jacques Brel,
David Axelrod,
John Lydon,
Pylon,
Mr. Review,
The Shadows of Knight,
Blake Baxter,
Dead Boys,
The Mojo Men,
kango's stein massive,
Lucky Dragons,
In Retrospect,
Essential Logic,
Anakelly,
Hot Snakes,
Marc Almond,
Hashim,
The Motions,
Yaz,
Angry Samoans,
Bang On A Can,
B.T. Express,
The Fire Engines,
Gang Starr,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
World's Most,
Thompson Twins,
Rekid,
Babytalk,
Rod Modell,
Barry Ungar,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Excepter,
Roxette,
The Cramps,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.