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 Kazakhstan and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Rekid to the funk 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
The Smiths,
The Vogues,
Scrapy,
The Gun Club,
Marvin Gaye,
Lungfish,
Faraquet,
Faust,
The Slackers,
MC5,
The Birthday Party,
Arcadia,
Eurythmics,
UT,
Liliput,
Schoolly D,
Yusef Lateef,
Judy Mowatt,
Suicide,
One Last Wish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hashim,
Ludus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cluster,
Rapeman,
Kerri Chandler,
The Invisible,
The United States of America,
Glambeats Corp.,
Unwound,
the Slits,
Popol Vuh,
Young Marble Giants,
Oblivians,
Sam Rivers,
Shoche,
The Divine Comedy,
The Zeros,
Bob Dylan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Negative Approach,
These Immortal Souls,
Pere Ubu,
Drexciya,
The New Christs,
The Fuzztones,
Grauzone,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Byrd,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lower 48,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Circle Jerks,
Joey Negro,
Theoretical Girls,
Blossom Toes,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.