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 Papua New Guinea and from Mexico City.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Saccharine Trust,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Young Rascals,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Desert Stars,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Human League,
Soulsonic Force,
Marc Almond,
Tres Demented,
Wasted Youth,
Stereo Dub,
Al Stewart,
The Toasters,
Infiniti,
The Birthday Party,
Swans,
MDC,
The Doors,
The Slackers,
Bush Tetras,
The New Christs,
Godley & Creme,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eric Copeland,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Litter,
Flash Fearless,
The Victims,
the Slits,
Todd Terry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minny Pops,
Q65,
The Star Department,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scratch Acid,
Agitation Free,
Technova,
Man Parrish,
Procol Harum,
Alton Ellis,
Michelle Simonal,
Donny Hathaway,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Average White Band,
Cheater Slicks,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Zeros,
The Divine Comedy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Human League,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aural Exciters,
The Stooges,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Kinks,
Rufus Thomas,
Ken Boothe,
The Skatalites,
Essential Logic,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.