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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar 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 Supertramp to the grunge 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Ultravox,
the Normal,
Zero Boys,
Rotary Connection,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Glenn Branca,
Radiohead,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
A Certain Ratio,
Soft Cell,
Sixth Finger,
Eve St. Jones,
World's Most,
Eli Mardock,
D'Angelo,
Accadde A,
Deakin,
John Coltrane,
Soul Sonic Force,
Susan Cadogan,
Aloha Tigers,
The Names,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultimate Spinach,
Moby Grape,
Michelle Simonal,
Echospace,
Bill Wells,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tres Demented,
Easy Going,
Loose Ends,
The Kinks,
The American Breed,
Heaven 17,
Bob Dylan,
Q and Not U,
Wings,
The Fire Engines,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Vladislav Delay,
Mad Mike,
The Fuzztones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gap Band,
Fluxion,
Bizarre Inc.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Drexciya,
The Star Department,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stiv Bators,
Marc Almond,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Icehouse,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.