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 Zambia and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Aswad to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Erykah Badu,
The Index,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sällskapet,
Soft Machine,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cure,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dawn Penn,
The Misunderstood,
Jeff Mills,
Altered Images,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Black Dice,
The Durutti Column,
The Fortunes,
The Kinks,
The Zeros,
Blancmange,
Bill Near,
Josef K,
Flipper,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Coltrane,
Scott Walker,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Selecter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camouflage,
Metal Thangz,
The Modern Lovers,
the Soft Cell,
Tres Demented,
Curtis Mayfield,
Television Personalities,
Connie Case,
Black Moon,
Depeche Mode,
David McCallum,
Slave,
The Barracudas,
The Music Machine,
Boogie Down Productions,
Graham Central Station,
Make Up,
Mandrill,
Dave Gahan,
Idris Muhammad,
Loose Ends,
Glenn Branca,
Terry Callier,
Traffic Nightmare,
Porter Ricks,
ABBA,
Marvin Gaye,
Quantec,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.