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 Antigua and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marcia Griffiths to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Glenn Branca,
OOIOO,
Eurythmics,
Barry Ungar,
Boredoms,
The Count Five,
Sixth Finger,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Robert Görl,
Radiopuhelimet,
James White and The Blacks,
Harry Pussy,
Clear Light,
Dark Day,
Rotary Connection,
Barclay James Harvest,
Franke,
The Fortunes,
D'Angelo,
Interpol,
Qualms,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bronski Beat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eve St. Jones,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Neon Judgement,
Cheater Slicks,
Davy DMX,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Delta 5,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Pus,
The Zeros,
The Fuzztones,
Massinfluence,
Lou Christie,
Marvin Gaye,
Carl Craig,
AZ,
The Cure,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Adolescents,
The Mojo Men,
The Victims,
John Lydon,
Bluetip,
Terry Callier,
The Smiths,
Soft Machine,
Sex Pistols,
Underground Resistance,
Spoonie Gee,
Toni Rubio,
Maurizio,
Bobby Womack,
Eden Ahbez,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.