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 Croatia and from Paris.
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 Philadelphia and Edmonton.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Laurel Aitken to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba 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 sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Blancmange,
Second Layer,
Ice-T,
Dead Boys,
E-Dancer,
Flipper,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hot Snakes,
Ornette Coleman,
Morten Harket,
Quando Quango,
David McCallum,
Faraquet,
The Birthday Party,
Lucky Dragons,
The Mojo Men,
The Names,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sex Pistols,
Peter and Kerry,
Warsaw,
Boredoms,
The Monks,
Babytalk,
Lou Christie,
Sällskapet,
The Mummies,
The Music Machine,
The United States of America,
Ponytail,
Sister Nancy,
The Associates,
Tim Buckley,
The Walker Brothers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gladiators,
Crash Course in Science,
The Velvet Underground,
Sugar Minott,
Theoretical Girls,
Make Up,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
A Certain Ratio,
The Blackbyrds,
The Red Krayola,
Kas Product,
Camberwell Now,
The Blues Magoos,
Lalann,
JFA,
Pere Ubu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Severed Heads,
Faust,
The Young Rascals,
Scott Walker,
Malaria!,
Flash Fearless,
Deakin,
Trumans Water,
Sun City Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.