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 Mongolia and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Country Teasers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Black Sheep,
Icehouse,
Heaven 17,
Lakeside,
Minor Threat,
Franke,
Panda Bear,
Wolf Eyes,
The Last Poets,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Kinks,
Monks,
The Fall,
Moss Icon,
Robert Hood,
Pylon,
Procol Harum,
Deadbeat,
Dennis Brown,
The Seeds,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gichy Dan,
Prince Buster,
The Fire Engines,
Joyce Sims,
Laurel Aitken,
The Leaves,
Popol Vuh,
Amazonics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Groovy Waters,
Barry Ungar,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gories,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deakin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roxette,
Eurythmics,
Infiniti,
Fela Kuti,
Chrome,
Patti Smith,
Faraquet,
The Fuzztones,
Eden Ahbez,
L. Decosne,
Warsaw,
Toni Rubio,
Funkadelic,
Minutemen,
Delta 5,
Subhumans,
Echospace,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.