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 Palau and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 ABBA to the rock 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Scrapy,
Tomorrow,
Junior Murvin,
Mark Hollis,
Ossler,
Graham Central Station,
Heaven 17,
Cal Tjader,
Amon Düül,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pussy Galore,
John Coltrane,
Adolescents,
Panda Bear,
Harry Pussy,
Andrew Hill,
The Wake,
Gregory Isaacs,
Porter Ricks,
Maurizio,
The Sound,
Tommy Roe,
Dual Sessions,
Roger Hodgson,
Mo-Dettes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Newcleus,
Scion,
Todd Rundgren,
Blancmange,
Godley & Creme,
the Bar-Kays,
Y Pants,
The Human League,
The Mummies,
Au Pairs,
Sällskapet,
Subhumans,
Blossom Toes,
Matthew Bourne,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gong,
Liliput,
Colin Newman,
CMW,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Pus,
Parry Music,
Kerri Chandler,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Connie Case,
Spandau Ballet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Reed,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fortunes,
The Angels of Light,
The Leaves,
James White and The Blacks,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.