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 Estonia and from Salvador.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gang Green to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cure,
the Soft Cell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Model 500,
Barclay James Harvest,
Q and Not U,
Country Teasers,
Simply Red,
Can,
The Fortunes,
MDC,
Charles Mingus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sonic Youth,
Harmonia,
Cybotron,
Little Man,
Ponytail,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Depeche Mode,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang Green,
Barbara Tucker,
Soul II Soul,
Reuben Wilson,
The Misunderstood,
The American Breed,
Shoche,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jerry's Kids,
Isaac Hayes,
Warsaw,
Sound Behaviour,
Cheater Slicks,
Rapeman,
The Selecter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crash Course in Science,
The Slackers,
Fat Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
Outsiders,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Neon Judgement,
Rufus Thomas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lalann,
The Fugs,
Drexciya,
Massinfluence,
Danielle Patucci,
Marmalade,
Monks,
Sugar Minott,
Organ,
Harry Pussy,
Prince Buster,
Skriet,
La Düsseldorf,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.