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 Burkina and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Heaven 17 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
the Germs,
John Coltrane,
Drexciya,
Adolescents,
Soft Machine,
Radiohead,
Nirvana,
The Barracudas,
John Foxx,
Hoover,
Ludus,
David McCallum,
Flipper,
Section 25,
Sister Nancy,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Sheep,
The Dirtbombs,
Half Japanese,
Lower 48,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Y Pants,
Panda Bear,
Sonny Sharrock,
Monolake,
Zero Boys,
the Swans,
Crime,
Underground Resistance,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Moby Grape,
Neil Young,
The Mojo Men,
A Certain Ratio,
Kas Product,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Derrick Morgan,
Kaleidoscope,
Outsiders,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mandrill,
the Association,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Niagra,
Morten Harket,
Agitation Free,
Rosa Yemen,
Fluxion,
The Victims,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brand Nubian,
Toni Rubio,
Stereo Dub,
Oblivians,
The Monochrome Set,
Scrapy,
Man Parrish,
Q65,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fatback Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.