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 Macedonia and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Victims to the funk 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Neil Young,
June Days,
Spandau Ballet,
Clear Light,
Black Sheep,
Pagans,
Half Japanese,
The Young Rascals,
Sandy B,
PIL,
Can,
The Smiths,
Silicon Teens,
The Buckinghams,
Davy DMX,
Dead Boys,
Warren Ellis,
Black Pus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
World's Most,
Gang Gang Dance,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fire Engines,
Maurizio,
The Pop Group,
the Germs,
Steve Hackett,
Amon Düül,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Busters,
Don Cherry,
Camberwell Now,
James White and The Blacks,
Skaos,
Ponytail,
Cymande,
Donald Byrd,
Q and Not U,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Robert Hood,
Pierre Henry,
Audionom,
Leonard Cohen,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Sherman,
Grauzone,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Red Krayola,
Magazine,
Nation of Ulysses,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Popol Vuh,
Jeff Lynne,
The Associates,
Marvin Gaye,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dennis Brown,
Alton Ellis,
UT,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alphaville,
Roxette,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.