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 Bangladesh and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 June Days to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Hashim,
Boz Scaggs,
the Human League,
Unrelated Segments,
Vainqueur,
The Fortunes,
Swans,
Malaria!,
Roxette,
The Beau Brummels,
Brothers Johnson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Absolute Body Control,
Procol Harum,
Q and Not U,
Tropical Tobacco,
Von Mondo,
Althea and Donna,
Fear,
Lee Hazlewood,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scan 7,
Liliput,
Khruangbin,
Rites of Spring,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blake Baxter,
Grauzone,
The Five Americans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Flash Fearless,
Sister Nancy,
The Smoke,
Tomorrow,
Alton Ellis,
The Moody Blues,
The Gap Band,
JFA,
Pylon,
a-ha,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gladiators,
The Martian,
Erasure,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eurythmics,
Byron Stingily,
Youth Brigade,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lucky Dragons,
Soul II Soul,
Young Marble Giants,
Tommy Roe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sight & Sound,
Pagans,
Maleditus Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.