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 Zambia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Holger Czukay 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 Stetsasonic to the punk 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes 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 oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Magma,
Rosa Yemen,
Sparks,
Unrelated Segments,
Youth Brigade,
Scrapy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lungfish,
the Human League,
Al Stewart,
Maurizio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Depeche Mode,
John Lydon,
Johnny Clarke,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jeff Lynne,
Little Man,
Moby Grape,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Swans,
Brothers Johnson,
The Doors,
Ralphi Rosario,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Swans,
Theoretical Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
Dead Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dawn Penn,
Das Ding,
Howard Jones,
Pole,
Quadrant,
Infiniti,
Kerri Chandler,
Wings,
Liliput,
Toni Rubio,
Godley & Creme,
Saccharine Trust,
The Sound,
The American Breed,
New Order,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fuzztones,
Tom Boy,
Television Personalities,
Slave,
Tommy Roe,
The Techniques,
Unwound,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.