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 Brunei and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Japan to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Masters at Work,
Crispy Ambulance,
Talk Talk,
Gabor Szabo,
Steve Hackett,
Thompson Twins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Toni Rubio,
Sister Nancy,
Jeff Mills,
Ronnie Foster,
The Neon Judgement,
Technova,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Victims,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ronan,
L. Decosne,
Marc Almond,
Glenn Branca,
Alice Coltrane,
Robert Görl,
Swell Maps,
Qualms,
CMW,
Bobby Byrd,
Fatback Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Lyres,
Bob Dylan,
Moby Grape,
Bad Manners,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dual Sessions,
John Foxx,
Hardrive,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lightning Bolt,
The American Breed,
The Modern Lovers,
Jawbox,
Royal Trux,
Glambeats Corp.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Absolute Body Control,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pere Ubu,
Robert Wyatt,
Los Fastidios,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Icehouse,
Surgeon,
Liliput,
A Certain Ratio,
Pagans,
Judy Mowatt,
Barbara Tucker,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cowsills,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.