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 Samoa and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tubeway Army to the rap 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Fluxion,
James White and The Blacks,
The Count Five,
Buzzcocks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wings,
Gichy Dan,
Black Flag,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pulsallama,
Skarface,
Radiohead,
The Remains,
Model 500,
Pantaleimon,
The Knickerbockers,
the Germs,
A Certain Ratio,
Mission of Burma,
Gabor Szabo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Subhumans,
Niagra,
Harry Pussy,
Accadde A,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cure,
Judy Mowatt,
Procol Harum,
Kenny Larkin,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Amazonics,
U.S. Maple,
Simply Red,
Nation of Ulysses,
Franke,
The Fortunes,
Gang Starr,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alphaville,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Underground Resistance,
The Music Machine,
The Human League,
June Days,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Suicide,
Cybotron,
Scientists,
Nils Olav,
The Skatalites,
Infiniti,
Bobby Sherman,
Bad Manners,
Wasted Youth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lungfish,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.