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 Egypt and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb 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 Nils Olav to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Bad Manners,
MDC,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Slackers,
Technova,
Minnie Riperton,
A Certain Ratio,
The Martian,
Steve Hackett,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Half Japanese,
Magazine,
Soulsonic Force,
Juan Atkins,
Rites of Spring,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rapeman,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Last Poets,
Joe Finger,
Mantronix,
Marmalade,
Faust,
The Beau Brummels,
Stereo Dub,
Jeff Lynne,
Girls At Our Best!,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jawbox,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joe Smooth,
Rod Modell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Maurizio,
Al Stewart,
The Pop Group,
The Seeds,
Laurel Aitken,
Public Image Ltd.,
Blossom Toes,
Silicon Teens,
The Standells,
Neu!,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Connie Case,
Warren Ellis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cal Tjader,
Oblivians,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Q65,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roger Hodgson,
Skaos,
The Offenders,
Shuggie Otis,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.