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 Tajikistan and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jeff Lynne to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Newcleus,
Janne Schatter,
Stiv Bators,
FM Einheit,
Youth Brigade,
Little Man,
Crooked Eye,
Cal Tjader,
Dawn Penn,
Althea and Donna,
Eve St. Jones,
Underground Resistance,
The Move,
Bronski Beat,
The Standells,
Harmonia,
The Wake,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camberwell Now,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Shuggie Otis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Simply Red,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang Starr,
One Last Wish,
Todd Rundgren,
Basic Channel,
Duran Duran,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hasil Adkins,
Joey Negro,
Lou Reed,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hot Snakes,
Marine Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rakim,
Aswad,
Popol Vuh,
Sun City Girls,
The J.B.'s,
Kenny Larkin,
The Toasters,
Negative Approach,
DNA,
Pulsallama,
The Count Five,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alphaville,
Mad Mike,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Absolute Body Control,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
New York Dolls,
Minnie Riperton,
Wolf Eyes,
Thompson Twins,
Ken Boothe,
Depeche Mode,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.