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 Honduras and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Charles Mingus to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Gang Green,
New Age Steppers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Agent Orange,
Brand Nubian,
Graham Central Station,
Roger Hodgson,
Outsiders,
Skriet,
Derrick Morgan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Howard Jones,
Tears for Fears,
Althea and Donna,
Pantaleimon,
Duran Duran,
Basic Channel,
Lightning Bolt,
Bronski Beat,
Lalann,
Minny Pops,
Blake Baxter,
Donald Byrd,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yusef Lateef,
Bad Manners,
Pet Shop Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
Easy Going,
Minor Threat,
David Bowie,
Bang On A Can,
Erasure,
Nils Olav,
Simply Red,
The Invisible,
Angry Samoans,
Joe Smooth,
Black Pus,
Pussy Galore,
Das Ding,
UT,
Trumans Water,
Ohio Players,
The Raincoats,
The Cure,
Robert Görl,
a-ha,
Boredoms,
Godley & Creme,
The Moody Blues,
Dennis Brown,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Peter & Gordon,
Aaron Thompson,
Malaria!,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dawn Penn,
Make Up,
Inner City,
Marine Girls,
Negative Approach,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.