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 Marshall Islands and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 CMW to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
John Coltrane,
the Association,
Anakelly,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Quando Quango,
Lucky Dragons,
Spandau Ballet,
Bootsy Collins,
David McCallum,
a-ha,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Steve Hackett,
Ultravox,
Crash Course in Science,
The Monochrome Set,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Vogues,
A Certain Ratio,
Fluxion,
The Buckinghams,
Bill Wells,
H. Thieme,
The Smiths,
Eric Copeland,
Siglo XX,
Drexciya,
Camberwell Now,
ABBA,
Radio Birdman,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fortunes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sun City Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
Vainqueur,
Freddie Wadling,
Lakeside,
Shoche,
The Doors,
The Human League,
Adolescents,
Intrusion,
Ludus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Womack,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Barracudas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Motions,
Kevin Saunderson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Albert Ayler,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grauzone,
the Soft Cell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mad Mike,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.