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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Von Mondo,
Ultravox,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
ABBA,
Sugar Minott,
Echospace,
Hoover,
UT,
Rotary Connection,
Wire,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Parry Music,
Sparks,
The Dead C,
Davy DMX,
Bronski Beat,
Lungfish,
The Gories,
The Names,
Soft Machine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Funky Four + One,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Velvet Underground,
Jeff Lynne,
Public Enemy,
Q65,
Brass Construction,
The Pretty Things,
Negative Approach,
Johnny Osbourne,
EPMD,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Robert Wyatt,
Easy Going,
Charles Mingus,
Hardrive,
Theoretical Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crooked Eye,
Shuggie Otis,
Monolake,
Y Pants,
Yaz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grandmaster Flash,
Thee Headcoats,
The New Christs,
The Sonics,
Rod Modell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Skarface,
Gang Starr,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tears for Fears,
Godley & Creme,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.