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 Libya and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Alarm Clocks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Barry Ungar,
The Gap Band,
Eli Mardock,
Visage,
Bootsy Collins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roy Ayers,
Bronski Beat,
the Soft Cell,
Motorama,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bob Dylan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wally Richardson,
Theoretical Girls,
Fat Boys,
Interpol,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wings,
Zapp,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Invisible,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Selecter,
Index,
Public Image Ltd.,
Livin' Joy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rod Modell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Letta Mbulu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Matthew Bourne,
The Motions,
Roger Hodgson,
Tears for Fears,
Organ,
Roxette,
Outsiders,
Goldenarms,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Bananas,
Erasure,
The Busters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Henry Cow,
Surgeon,
Flash Fearless,
Kaleidoscope,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scan 7,
the Bar-Kays,
Scrapy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Colin Newman,
Los Fastidios,
James White and The Blacks,
Jeff Lynne,
Lucky Dragons,
The Real Kids,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.