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 Angola and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Roxette to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
The Toasters,
Groovy Waters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Urselle,
Silicon Teens,
The Searchers,
Shoche,
Tears for Fears,
Patti Smith,
Talk Talk,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lungfish,
Soft Machine,
Roger Hodgson,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stetsasonic,
kango's stein massive,
Sight & Sound,
Little Man,
Godley & Creme,
The Kinks,
Wolf Eyes,
Monks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
K-Klass,
Minnie Riperton,
The Moody Blues,
Q and Not U,
The Beau Brummels,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Human League,
Kurtis Blow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Unwound,
Young Marble Giants,
Brass Construction,
Eurythmics,
Grauzone,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sam Rivers,
Barrington Levy,
Second Layer,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Underground Resistance,
Ornette Coleman,
Jacob Miller,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Star Department,
Sound Behaviour,
Porter Ricks,
Gang of Four,
Kaleidoscope,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lakeside,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.