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 Poland and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 La Düsseldorf to the electroclash 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
The Divine Comedy,
The Dirtbombs,
Cheater Slicks,
Icehouse,
Todd Rundgren,
Kas Product,
Marc Almond,
Massinfluence,
Loose Ends,
Bronski Beat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fall,
Archie Shepp,
Bill Wells,
Pantytec,
The Martian,
Junior Murvin,
Johnny Clarke,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Moleskins,
Flipper,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DJ Sneak,
Con Funk Shun,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bad Manners,
The Trojans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
New York Dolls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eve St. Jones,
Qualms,
Bobby Sherman,
Schoolly D,
Ludus,
JFA,
Funkadelic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fuzztones,
a-ha,
David Axelrod,
Fluxion,
Bill Near,
Interpol,
Scott Walker,
The Mummies,
Buzzcocks,
Ken Boothe,
Cal Tjader,
The Cramps,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Mojo Men,
Faraquet,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nation of Ulysses,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.