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 India and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Television Personalities to the techno 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Supertramp,
Make Up,
Infiniti,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Golliwogs,
Tom Boy,
Newcleus,
The Residents,
Flash Fearless,
Hardrive,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Harmonia,
John Cale,
John Foxx,
The Standells,
Sight & Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ronan,
F. McDonald,
Minutemen,
Can,
Nico,
Severed Heads,
A Certain Ratio,
Circle Jerks,
David McCallum,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Connie Case,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Angels of Light,
Fugazi,
Radio Birdman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mars,
Crash Course in Science,
Roger Hodgson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Public Enemy,
Prince Buster,
Marvin Gaye,
Jeff Lynne,
T.S.O.L.,
Pantytec,
Nick Fraelich,
Soulsonic Force,
Gil Scott Heron,
Index,
Archie Shepp,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Spoonie Gee,
Lyres,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Freddie Wadling,
Sister Nancy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Monolake,
Eric Dolphy,
Subhumans,
Skaos,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.