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 Malawi and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Beau Brummels to the grime 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Bootsy Collins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fuzztones,
Cheater Slicks,
Lalann,
Sound Behaviour,
Albert Ayler,
Godley & Creme,
The Pretty Things,
the Human League,
The Velvet Underground,
The Neon Judgement,
Lindisfarne,
Visage,
Scan 7,
Delta 5,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alice Coltrane,
Iggy Pop,
Terrestrial Tones,
Donald Byrd,
Joe Smooth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marmalade,
Circle Jerks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Whodini,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grauzone,
Alphaville,
Infiniti,
Animal Collective,
The Seeds,
Moebius,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brothers Johnson,
The Misunderstood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Metal Thangz,
Pantaleimon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Quando Quango,
The Pop Group,
Marine Girls,
Icehouse,
Spandau Ballet,
Lakeside,
The Leaves,
Goldenarms,
the Slits,
The Mummies,
The Slackers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sugar Minott,
Prince Buster,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.