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 Italy and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar 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 the Sonics to the jazz 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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
The Misunderstood,
Pet Shop Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fugazi,
ABBA,
Ten City,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fatback Band,
Marc Almond,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Y Pants,
JFA,
Livin' Joy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lou Reed,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Holt,
The Beau Brummels,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Young Rascals,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang Green,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jeff Mills,
Average White Band,
John Foxx,
the Normal,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Womack,
Q65,
The Smiths,
Deepchord,
Ronnie Foster,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pagans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gap Band,
Matthew Bourne,
David Axelrod,
Sandy B,
Bobby Byrd,
E-Dancer,
The Evens,
Chris & Cosey,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Sherman,
The Moody Blues,
Electric Prunes,
The Gories,
Severed Heads,
Supertramp,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Simply Red,
Swell Maps,
The Last Poets,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Spandau Ballet,
the Soft Cell,
Basic Channel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Public Enemy,
June of 44,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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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.