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 Georgia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 China Crisis to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Wake,
DJ Style,
Skarface,
Man Parrish,
One Last Wish,
Suicide,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Drexciya,
Scott Walker,
Reuben Wilson,
Sugar Minott,
Godley & Creme,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fluxion,
Ultra Naté,
the Soft Cell,
In Retrospect,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Supertramp,
Mad Mike,
Trumans Water,
Mission of Burma,
Brand Nubian,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bizarre Inc.,
Metal Thangz,
Crooked Eye,
Pere Ubu,
Avey Tare,
Byron Stingily,
Pet Shop Boys,
PIL,
The Walker Brothers,
Stiv Bators,
Flamin' Groovies,
Blossom Toes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ronnie Foster,
Sex Pistols,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Monochrome Set,
The Evens,
Peter and Kerry,
Subhumans,
the Slits,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Buckinghams,
Black Flag,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scion,
Marmalade,
John Holt,
Arab on Radar,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Radiohead,
Das Ding,
Danielle Patucci,
Bill Wells,
The Grass Roots,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.