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 Guyana and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
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 synthesizer 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 Make Up to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tears for Fears,
Steve Hackett,
Jimmy McGriff,
Thee Headcoats,
Pole,
Sarah Menescal,
Au Pairs,
Magma,
Bill Wells,
Minor Threat,
Goldenarms,
B.T. Express,
Black Moon,
John Cale,
Erykah Badu,
Fela Kuti,
Das Ding,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Duran Duran,
Model 500,
Q and Not U,
Bill Near,
Blancmange,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Velvet Underground,
Leonard Cohen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joy Division,
The Blues Magoos,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Delta 5,
Vainqueur,
Cecil Taylor,
Little Man,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hasil Adkins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultravox,
a-ha,
Roxy Music,
Supertramp,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Patti Smith,
In Retrospect,
Deepchord,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Masters at Work,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Real Kids,
Youth Brigade,
Brand Nubian,
The Gladiators,
Gichy Dan,
Bang On A Can,
Gang Gang Dance,
Porter Ricks,
This Heat,
Marvin Gaye,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.