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 Pakistan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Stiv Bators to the electroclash 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells 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?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scratch Acid,
L. Decosne,
Lungfish,
CMW,
Minny Pops,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jerry's Kids,
The Misunderstood,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Q65,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Todd Terry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Q and Not U,
Boredoms,
Arthur Verocai,
Symarip,
Panda Bear,
Saccharine Trust,
Derrick Morgan,
Buzzcocks,
Rosa Yemen,
Susan Cadogan,
The American Breed,
Bang On A Can,
Urselle,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
China Crisis,
Unrelated Segments,
The Names,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barbara Tucker,
Dennis Brown,
Crash Course in Science,
The Standells,
Eddi Front,
Matthew Bourne,
Josef K,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Glambeats Corp.,
JFA,
Dave Gahan,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Blues Magoos,
One Last Wish,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sixth Finger,
Joy Division,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Barracudas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Unwound,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Sherman,
Cybotron,
Dark Day,
Warren Ellis,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.