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 Romania and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 David Bowie 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 Procol Harum to the grunge 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Colin Newman,
The Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Can,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Visage,
The Count Five,
Gichy Dan,
MDC,
Soft Cell,
Moss Icon,
The Move,
B.T. Express,
Gang of Four,
Magma,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Human League,
Stiv Bators,
Ossler,
Lightning Bolt,
Scrapy,
The Smoke,
Kerri Chandler,
Tom Boy,
Nils Olav,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Motorama,
Infiniti,
the Soft Cell,
Bronski Beat,
David Bowie,
The Moody Blues,
Man Parrish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jerry's Kids,
Pharoah Sanders,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jacques Brel,
The Dead C,
China Crisis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Swans,
Gong,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nik Kershaw,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Agent Orange,
Organ,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Silicon Teens,
Spoonie Gee,
Patti Smith,
OOIOO,
June Days,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cure,
Sugar Minott,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.