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 Slovenia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the funk 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Marc Almond,
Livin' Joy,
The Tremeloes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Q and Not U,
Boz Scaggs,
ABBA,
The Doors,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
B.T. Express,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Black Dice,
Camberwell Now,
The Pretty Things,
cv313,
the Association,
Roxette,
Rod Modell,
The Selecter,
48th St. Collective,
CMW,
Ice-T,
Loose Ends,
Lower 48,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Faraquet,
Gang of Four,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deakin,
Lou Reed,
Easy Going,
X-101,
The Blackbyrds,
The Music Machine,
Nirvana,
Trumans Water,
One Last Wish,
The Happenings,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Peter & Gordon,
The Monks,
Ponytail,
The Stooges,
Eurythmics,
Scientists,
Sparks,
Brick,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Lydon,
The American Breed,
Soft Cell,
Marine Girls,
Kayak,
Ronan,
Rapeman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lungfish,
Funkadelic,
Liliput,
Mad Mike,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.