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 Burundi and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe 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 La Düsseldorf to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Derrick Morgan,
The American Breed,
Wally Richardson,
Neil Young,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Royal Trux,
Susan Cadogan,
The Real Kids,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
F. McDonald,
Ice-T,
The Knickerbockers,
Das Ding,
Black Moon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
A Certain Ratio,
Angry Samoans,
Eli Mardock,
The Tremeloes,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Womack,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Arab on Radar,
World's Most,
Mark Hollis,
Faraquet,
Malaria!,
Tubeway Army,
Tropical Tobacco,
Groovy Waters,
The Dead C,
Thee Headcoats,
Nik Kershaw,
Ten City,
Pussy Galore,
Skriet,
Mad Mike,
The Neon Judgement,
Icehouse,
Sun City Girls,
The Five Americans,
Patti Smith,
48th St. Collective,
Spoonie Gee,
Pulsallama,
Q65,
Blossom Toes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eric Copeland,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Holt,
Alphaville,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Birthday Party,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Al Stewart,
Lyres,
T.S.O.L.,
Skaos,
The Selecter,
Boz Scaggs,
Little Man,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.