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 Brunei and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator 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 Thompson Twins to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Loose Ends 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?
Chrome,
Scion,
Barclay James Harvest,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Intrusion,
Marvin Gaye,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Schoolly D,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rotary Connection,
Marine Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
Jandek,
Funky Four + One,
Basic Channel,
John Holt,
Groovy Waters,
Half Japanese,
Blossom Toes,
The Smoke,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mantronix,
Ossler,
Grauzone,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stetsasonic,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cowsills,
10cc,
The Residents,
Lee Hazlewood,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
LL Cool J,
The Toasters,
Porter Ricks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joe Smooth,
Loose Ends,
Laurel Aitken,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gun Club,
The Five Americans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
These Immortal Souls,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fall,
Pantaleimon,
Ronan,
The Gladiators,
The Kinks,
The Angels of Light,
Surgeon,
The Standells,
Visage,
Faust,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.