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 Congo and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Grauzone to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Laurel Aitken,
Monolake,
Albert Ayler,
Franke,
Ken Boothe,
Funkadelic,
Faust,
The Gories,
Qualms,
The Techniques,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Young Rascals,
Judy Mowatt,
Tom Boy,
EPMD,
Marvin Gaye,
Lalann,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Womack,
Ralphi Rosario,
Au Pairs,
Mandrill,
Infiniti,
K-Klass,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Neu!,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stetsasonic,
Joensuu 1685,
Flash Fearless,
This Heat,
Skriet,
Cheater Slicks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Siglo XX,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scientists,
Schoolly D,
Motorama,
Camouflage,
Dennis Brown,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kas Product,
Maurizio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Selecter,
Gong,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Parry Music,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Misunderstood,
Sun City Girls,
The Buckinghams,
Public Enemy,
The Saints,
Visage,
PIL,
The Black Dice,
Groovy Waters,
X-101,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.