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 Tuvalu and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soft Cell to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Harry Pussy,
Prince Buster,
Basic Channel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Unrelated Segments,
The United States of America,
Gerry Rafferty,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Iggy Pop,
Cecil Taylor,
Terrestrial Tones,
Todd Terry,
Chrome,
The Angels of Light,
Q65,
The Names,
Henry Cow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scrapy,
Nico,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scott Walker,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Byrd,
cv313,
The Fall,
Rhythm & Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Normal,
Second Layer,
Sun City Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Supertramp,
The Slits,
Wally Richardson,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Human League,
Lower 48,
Ohio Players,
the Fania All-Stars,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pantytec,
Outsiders,
Dead Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Newcleus,
June Days,
Gang of Four,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
New York Dolls,
The J.B.'s,
Sound Behaviour,
The Index,
Stiv Bators,
Smog,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Derrick May,
the Sonics,
Andrew Hill,
Tubeway Army,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.