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 Italy and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dave Clark Five to the punk 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sister Nancy,
Gong,
Moby Grape,
Goldenarms,
Jerry's Kids,
The Doors,
Magma,
Motorama,
World's Most,
Youth Brigade,
The Evens,
Pussy Galore,
Cecil Taylor,
The Techniques,
Bobby Byrd,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roy Ayers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Alarm Clocks,
Public Enemy,
Kaleidoscope,
Gichy Dan,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Young Rascals,
Todd Rundgren,
Niagra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pharoah Sanders,
Model 500,
The Beau Brummels,
Clear Light,
Duran Duran,
Section 25,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lower 48,
Dave Gahan,
Piero Umiliani,
Quando Quango,
Peter and Kerry,
Depeche Mode,
Neil Young,
China Crisis,
Los Fastidios,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brick,
Harry Pussy,
Liliput,
Bobby Womack,
Unwound,
Anthony Braxton,
Absolute Body Control,
The American Breed,
Ludus,
Lindisfarne,
Siglo XX,
Sugar Minott,
Q65,
KRS-One,
Adolescents,
Letta Mbulu,
the Human League,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.