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 Lesotho and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 Young Marble Giants to the grime 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Sonic Youth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Quando Quango,
UT,
Erasure,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roxette,
Scion,
The Barracudas,
Iggy Pop,
Alton Ellis,
Maleditus Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Christie,
Eyeless In Gaza,
U.S. Maple,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yazoo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ten City,
Lungfish,
Josef K,
Surgeon,
Zapp,
Sun Ra,
The Walker Brothers,
Ohio Players,
Procol Harum,
David Axelrod,
Cal Tjader,
Fear,
Andrew Hill,
Skarface,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Harmonia,
Los Fastidios,
Model 500,
Lou Reed,
Can,
The Associates,
The Cure,
Royal Trux,
the Human League,
The Remains,
Stiv Bators,
Soulsonic Force,
Avey Tare,
Gong,
Nico,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ituana,
The Invisible,
Babytalk,
Scrapy,
Nick Fraelich,
Rod Modell,
Al Stewart,
The Vogues,
Johnny Clarke,
Dennis Brown,
Brick,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.