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 Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Girls At Our Best! to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
The Offenders,
Dark Day,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Flipper,
Cameo,
Brothers Johnson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Happenings,
The Moody Blues,
X-102,
LL Cool J,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Can,
Massinfluence,
Khruangbin,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bad Manners,
Pylon,
MDC,
Q and Not U,
Wally Richardson,
Marc Almond,
The Remains,
Colin Newman,
The Saints,
Toni Rubio,
R.M.O.,
Joensuu 1685,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Count Five,
Echospace,
Tubeway Army,
Steve Hackett,
Das Ding,
Fugazi,
The Slackers,
Amazonics,
Warren Ellis,
Ten City,
Alphaville,
Livin' Joy,
Nico,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dead Boys,
Little Man,
Radio Birdman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mary Jane Girls,
Desert Stars,
Lightning Bolt,
ABBA,
PIL,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Newcleus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.