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 Iceland and from Edmonton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Severed Heads to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Fatback Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mo-Dettes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alphaville,
Amon Düül,
Reagan Youth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Henry Cow,
Kurtis Blow,
Swans,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fortunes,
The Raincoats,
Ituana,
Agitation Free,
Japan,
Scratch Acid,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Skarface,
Urselle,
The J.B.'s,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cure,
Max Romeo,
CMW,
Oblivians,
The American Breed,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Accadde A,
Frankie Knuckles,
In Retrospect,
Saccharine Trust,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yusef Lateef,
Severed Heads,
DJ Style,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aswad,
The Names,
B.T. Express,
Erasure,
the Sonics,
Jeff Lynne,
The Zeros,
Freddie Wadling,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cluster,
Donald Byrd,
Bang On A Can,
Liliput,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deakin,
The Wake,
Bobby Womack,
Gabor Szabo,
Soft Cell,
David Bowie,
Pharoah Sanders,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.