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 Marshall Islands and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Deakin,
Surgeon,
The Fuzztones,
Ponytail,
Kayak,
Urselle,
Audionom,
Symarip,
EPMD,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soft Machine,
Cameo,
Barrington Levy,
The Motions,
Fat Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Last Poets,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gabor Szabo,
The Real Kids,
Todd Rundgren,
The Pretty Things,
Pagans,
Cheater Slicks,
Icehouse,
Y Pants,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wire,
New Order,
Blossom Toes,
Lakeside,
A Certain Ratio,
Peter & Gordon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Derrick May,
Eric Copeland,
Dark Day,
Nas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eric Dolphy,
Bob Dylan,
Bluetip,
Barry Ungar,
David McCallum,
Judy Mowatt,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minnie Riperton,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aloha Tigers,
Neil Young,
Heaven 17,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ludus,
The Residents,
Gang Gang Dance,
Harmonia,
The Seeds,
Spoonie Gee,
The Pop Group,
New Age Steppers,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.