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 Uzbekistan and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lou Christie to the electroclash 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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 Blues Magoos,
Simply Red,
The Moleskins,
Radiohead,
Young Marble Giants,
Dawn Penn,
Black Pus,
Silicon Teens,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minnie Riperton,
Pantaleimon,
The Divine Comedy,
Cal Tjader,
Peter and Kerry,
The Star Department,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eric Copeland,
R.M.O.,
Khruangbin,
Joe Finger,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Reed,
Yaz,
Bronski Beat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Chris Corsano,
Little Man,
Ornette Coleman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Royal Trux,
Hashim,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wolf Eyes,
Animal Collective,
Roxette,
Delon & Dalcan,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Todd Rundgren,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scan 7,
Basic Channel,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tubeway Army,
Bluetip,
Yazoo,
Howard Jones,
Motorama,
Barry Ungar,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Trojans,
Cybotron,
LL Cool J,
The Wake,
Unrelated Segments,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Japan,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.