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 Gabon and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Motions 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
The Cowsills,
Arcadia,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Monolake,
Todd Rundgren,
Sandy B,
Sun Ra,
Eli Mardock,
Lakeside,
New Order,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Skaos,
X-102,
Cal Tjader,
Newcleus,
Warsaw,
The Names,
Guru Guru,
Gong,
Heaven 17,
the Slits,
Hot Snakes,
EPMD,
The Gun Club,
Moebius,
The Five Americans,
Sällskapet,
Avey Tare,
Television,
Jacob Miller,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gladiators,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
In Retrospect,
JFA,
Main Source,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Human League,
Anthony Braxton,
Ken Boothe,
Althea and Donna,
Audionom,
The Birthday Party,
Freddie Wadling,
H. Thieme,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Iggy Pop,
Dual Sessions,
Alice Coltrane,
the Soft Cell,
Ossler,
Con Funk Shun,
Pagans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Half Japanese,
Silicon Teens,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.