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 Seychelles and from Tehran.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ 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 Pantytec to the funk 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Parry Music,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kenny Larkin,
Sex Pistols,
Buzzcocks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kurtis Blow,
Amazonics,
Deadbeat,
Sister Nancy,
Bronski Beat,
Bill Near,
ABC,
Wolf Eyes,
Man Parrish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wally Richardson,
Section 25,
Agent Orange,
Kayak,
The Five Americans,
Black Bananas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Blake Baxter,
The Human League,
PIL,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cure,
Bobby Sherman,
DJ Style,
Charles Mingus,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fear,
MDC,
The Music Machine,
Cymande,
Steve Hackett,
Y Pants,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aural Exciters,
Tomorrow,
Jawbox,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Warren Ellis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Slave,
Lungfish,
Sam Rivers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Trumans Water,
X-Ray Spex,
Rod Modell,
Young Marble Giants,
Boredoms,
Ken Boothe,
Absolute Body Control,
The Residents,
Susan Cadogan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.