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 Liberia and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lebanon Hanover to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Saccharine Trust,
Maleditus Sound,
Bad Manners,
Tubeway Army,
Sound Behaviour,
Public Enemy,
Alphaville,
Sam Rivers,
Ice-T,
Skarface,
Boz Scaggs,
Scratch Acid,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kevin Saunderson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Neu!,
The Skatalites,
Severed Heads,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Pus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marmalade,
The Wake,
Flipper,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Electric Prunes,
Blossom Toes,
the Swans,
Bill Wells,
Reuben Wilson,
kango's stein massive,
Judy Mowatt,
the Sonics,
Pet Shop Boys,
Colin Newman,
Aaron Thompson,
Jesper Dahlback,
A Certain Ratio,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pylon,
Gabor Szabo,
Livin' Joy,
Lindisfarne,
Byron Stingily,
B.T. Express,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Cale,
Soft Cell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Invisible,
Aural Exciters,
a-ha,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Smoke,
X-102,
Loose Ends,
Massinfluence,
Jawbox,
Aloha Tigers,
Roxy Music,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.