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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum 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 a-ha to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Human League,
Thompson Twins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Grass Roots,
H. Thieme,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
La Düsseldorf,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Newcleus,
T. Rex,
The Moody Blues,
Eli Mardock,
Dark Day,
The Count Five,
Wings,
Tomorrow,
Yellowson,
Von Mondo,
Television Personalities,
Roxette,
June Days,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Stooges,
John Lydon,
Wasted Youth,
The Slackers,
Albert Ayler,
Anthony Braxton,
Althea and Donna,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Leaves,
Urselle,
Sexual Harrassment,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rod Modell,
Scott Walker,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marshall Jefferson,
Slick Rick,
The Move,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Archie Shepp,
Piero Umiliani,
The Selecter,
Groovy Waters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ice-T,
Brothers Johnson,
Television,
Royal Trux,
Kaleidoscope,
Accadde A,
Smog,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Man Parrish,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.