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 Kenya and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
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 synthesizer 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the techno 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tears for Fears,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang Green,
Ultravox,
The Sisters of Mercy,
U.S. Maple,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Pus,
Sällskapet,
Lungfish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rites of Spring,
Chris & Cosey,
The Searchers,
Mission of Burma,
Easy Going,
Cecil Taylor,
Public Enemy,
B.T. Express,
Sarah Menescal,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Matthew Bourne,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Sherman,
Main Source,
The Star Department,
Yazoo,
Half Japanese,
The Electric Prunes,
Skriet,
Rekid,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Lydon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Flag,
Don Cherry,
Franke,
The Tremeloes,
Steve Hackett,
Aural Exciters,
John Coltrane,
Rosa Yemen,
Frankie Knuckles,
Arthur Verocai,
The Busters,
Youth Brigade,
The Invisible,
The Red Krayola,
The Vogues,
Grey Daturas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Minny Pops,
New Order,
Kayak,
Crime,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aloha Tigers,
Slick Rick,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.