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 Brazil and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord 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 Youth Brigade 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camouflage,
Bronski Beat,
Kayak,
R.M.O.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Guru Guru,
Gerry Rafferty,
June of 44,
Minny Pops,
Black Moon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Maurizio,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roy Ayers,
Judy Mowatt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ronnie Foster,
John Coltrane,
Q65,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Masters at Work,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Busters,
Unwound,
Yaz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The United States of America,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lower 48,
Harmonia,
Little Man,
The Toasters,
Tres Demented,
Japan,
Charles Mingus,
Dennis Brown,
The J.B.'s,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yazoo,
Kaleidoscope,
Funky Four + One,
Lyres,
Byron Stingily,
Ohio Players,
Sällskapet,
Glenn Branca,
Todd Terry,
The Tremeloes,
Crispian St. Peters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soul II Soul,
the Human League,
Shoche,
Minutemen,
Kas Product,
Agitation Free,
Minnie Riperton,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.