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 Swaziland and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet 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 D'Angelo to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
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Wally Richardson,
The Gladiators,
Althea and Donna,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DJ Style,
The Pop Group,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marvin Gaye,
Altered Images,
Young Marble Giants,
The Count Five,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
10cc,
Angry Samoans,
The Leaves,
The Slits,
Agent Orange,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Motorama,
Alphaville,
Robert Görl,
K-Klass,
Basic Channel,
Mark Hollis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yaz,
Henry Cow,
Nirvana,
Tom Boy,
Matthew Halsall,
Quadrant,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Symarip,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Funky Four + One,
Maleditus Sound,
Neu!,
Jacques Brel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joe Finger,
The Selecter,
Unwound,
The Pretty Things,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bill Near,
Sun City Girls,
The Slackers,
Massinfluence,
Eric Copeland,
Morten Harket,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
MDC,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marmalade,
The Buckinghams,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Davy DMX,
Easy Going,
The Sisters of Mercy,
China Crisis,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.