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 Luxembourg and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Monks to the grunge 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Royal Trux,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Vogues,
Excepter,
T.S.O.L.,
Dual Sessions,
The Durutti Column,
Essential Logic,
Spoonie Gee,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Delta 5,
Faraquet,
Bad Manners,
Sex Pistols,
Scrapy,
Jacques Brel,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pulsallama,
Q and Not U,
Brick,
Rufus Thomas,
Heaven 17,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Walker Brothers,
DJ Style,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Arab on Radar,
Roxette,
Joey Negro,
Cecil Taylor,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
cv313,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tomorrow,
Anakelly,
Howard Jones,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sun Ra,
Index,
X-102,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tropical Tobacco,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Reed,
Wasted Youth,
Matthew Bourne,
The Techniques,
Roy Ayers,
Jandek,
The Black Dice,
Faust,
John Coltrane,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brass Construction,
X-101,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fall,
The Neon Judgement,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.