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 Bolivia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Howard Jones to the techno 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Reuben Wilson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Harmonia,
Gabor Szabo,
Bauhaus,
The Alarm Clocks,
Duran Duran,
Kerri Chandler,
Clear Light,
D'Angelo,
Zapp,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Flash Fearless,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Donny Hathaway,
The Human League,
Fela Kuti,
The Selecter,
Qualms,
Crash Course in Science,
Inner City,
Derrick May,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Music Machine,
R.M.O.,
Hot Snakes,
Fad Gadget,
Infiniti,
In Retrospect,
Cecil Taylor,
the Association,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ronnie Foster,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Severed Heads,
ABC,
Eurythmics,
Dennis Brown,
Depeche Mode,
Tom Boy,
Hashim,
Thee Headcoats,
Todd Rundgren,
Groovy Waters,
Pylon,
Marine Girls,
Pagans,
Andrew Hill,
Fugazi,
Leonard Cohen,
The Vogues,
Youth Brigade,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.