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 Bolivia and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 10cc to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Man Eating Sloth,
Groovy Waters,
Echospace,
Gang of Four,
Hashim,
Black Flag,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gun Club,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barbara Tucker,
June of 44,
Crispian St. Peters,
Suicide,
Excepter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rotary Connection,
Henry Cow,
Shuggie Otis,
Adolescents,
Ronnie Foster,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marvin Gaye,
The Music Machine,
Kurtis Blow,
New Order,
Byron Stingily,
One Last Wish,
Jacob Miller,
Niagra,
Second Layer,
Fela Kuti,
Kayak,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fluxion,
The Neon Judgement,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minnie Riperton,
Magma,
Michelle Simonal,
Desert Stars,
Sugar Minott,
Saccharine Trust,
The J.B.'s,
Spoonie Gee,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jesper Dahlback,
Easy Going,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sight & Sound,
Panda Bear,
Radio Birdman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Vainqueur,
Althea and Donna,
Jeff Lynne,
T. Rex,
Metal Thangz,
The Mummies,
Au Pairs,
The Cure,
Eddi Front,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.