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 Poland and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the electroclash 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Velvet Underground,
Marc Almond,
Minnie Riperton,
Michelle Simonal,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lightning Bolt,
Bob Dylan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Loose Ends,
David McCallum,
Toni Rubio,
Tubeway Army,
The Dave Clark Five,
Be Bop Deluxe,
L. Decosne,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Music Machine,
Dave Gahan,
The Standells,
Half Japanese,
The Move,
Black Moon,
Das Ding,
Blossom Toes,
Can,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Soft Cell,
Porter Ricks,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Monks,
the Normal,
Warsaw,
Camberwell Now,
Stiv Bators,
Flamin' Groovies,
Television,
Glambeats Corp.,
Boredoms,
Gang of Four,
D'Angelo,
Q and Not U,
The Motions,
Los Fastidios,
Surgeon,
The Sonics,
Cluster,
Robert Wyatt,
Negative Approach,
UT,
Barbara Tucker,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grandmaster Flash,
Suburban Knight,
The Human League,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sällskapet,
Yusef Lateef,
Letta Mbulu,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.