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 China and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Das Ding to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Mary Jane Girls,
June Days,
Rotary Connection,
The Slackers,
Gerry Rafferty,
World's Most,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Cale,
Pulsallama,
Quadrant,
The Fire Engines,
Q and Not U,
New Order,
Quando Quango,
Chrome,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jawbox,
The Detroit Cobras,
Zero Boys,
Organ,
The Wake,
The Raincoats,
Nico,
Simply Red,
D'Angelo,
Theoretical Girls,
Make Up,
Crash Course in Science,
The Invisible,
Circle Jerks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Doors,
Monolake,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sister Nancy,
The Sonics,
Don Cherry,
Tom Boy,
Scientists,
Skriet,
Youth Brigade,
Blake Baxter,
Heaven 17,
Banda Bassotti,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Busters,
Fela Kuti,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bronski Beat,
Deadbeat,
Sällskapet,
Tears for Fears,
Glambeats Corp.,
Reagan Youth,
Slick Rick,
Rites of Spring,
The Associates,
Dual Sessions,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.