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 Burundi and from Milan.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Inner City to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Lee Hazlewood,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Grass Roots,
Rod Modell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Peter & Gordon,
Lower 48,
Slave,
Blossom Toes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Dead C,
Jeff Mills,
The Alarm Clocks,
Index,
Ice-T,
Country Teasers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Altered Images,
Hasil Adkins,
The Wake,
The Blues Magoos,
Minor Threat,
Al Stewart,
Sun City Girls,
Swans,
CMW,
Essential Logic,
Duran Duran,
Aswad,
Yaz,
New York Dolls,
Ossler,
a-ha,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kerri Chandler,
Crooked Eye,
Althea and Donna,
Warsaw,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Womack,
Groovy Waters,
Yellowson,
Newcleus,
T. Rex,
Gang Starr,
The Stooges,
Deepchord,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Donny Hathaway,
Judy Mowatt,
DNA,
The Searchers,
Nik Kershaw,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Donald Byrd,
Monolake,
Funkadelic,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.