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 Equatorial Guinea and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Q and Not U to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Procol Harum,
Kerri Chandler,
Das Ding,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eric Copeland,
Alison Limerick,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Beau Brummels,
Pantytec,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Johnny Clarke,
The Busters,
Con Funk Shun,
One Last Wish,
Yellowson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mission of Burma,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dave Gahan,
Y Pants,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Avey Tare,
Eric B and Rakim,
Slick Rick,
The Moleskins,
Laurel Aitken,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Susan Cadogan,
Tim Buckley,
The Shadows of Knight,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marc Almond,
The Smoke,
Soul II Soul,
Blake Baxter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Saccharine Trust,
Deadbeat,
X-Ray Spex,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Black Dice,
Grandmaster Flash,
Harpers Bizarre,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Smiths,
The Associates,
Sound Behaviour,
Morten Harket,
Agitation Free,
Sexual Harrassment,
New York Dolls,
Amazonics,
These Immortal Souls,
Hashim,
Minny Pops,
Interpol,
The Gun Club,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.