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 Sudan and from Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Trumans Water to the dance 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joe Smooth,
Yellowson,
Tim Buckley,
Mark Hollis,
DNA,
Roger Hodgson,
Livin' Joy,
The J.B.'s,
Adolescents,
Thee Headcoats,
June of 44,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ornette Coleman,
the Germs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Swans,
Shuggie Otis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fat Boys,
Organ,
Lyres,
Motorama,
Cymande,
Todd Rundgren,
Bootsy Collins,
X-102,
Circle Jerks,
DJ Sneak,
Delta 5,
Al Stewart,
Bang On A Can,
Wings,
The Litter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Howard Jones,
The Dead C,
Pierre Henry,
Crispian St. Peters,
H. Thieme,
Tres Demented,
Y Pants,
Joyce Sims,
Reagan Youth,
The Moleskins,
Archie Shepp,
Robert Hood,
Steve Hackett,
Panda Bear,
Mary Jane Girls,
Drexciya,
Hardrive,
The Flesh Eaters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fatback Band,
Model 500,
The Last Poets,
David Bowie,
Andrew Hill,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.