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 Slovenia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Alison Limerick to the techno 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Kayak,
Camberwell Now,
Nico,
Depeche Mode,
Donald Byrd,
Ronnie Foster,
Eric Copeland,
Arthur Verocai,
Big Daddy Kane,
Chris & Cosey,
Index,
Sällskapet,
Aloha Tigers,
Crash Course in Science,
The Real Kids,
Drexciya,
Tim Buckley,
Country Teasers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Althea and Donna,
Freddie Wadling,
The Smoke,
Jeff Lynne,
Bauhaus,
The Techniques,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Count Five,
Scott Walker,
Alton Ellis,
Rod Modell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Section 25,
The Zeros,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barbara Tucker,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Byron Stingily,
PIL,
Pere Ubu,
a-ha,
Cymande,
The Slackers,
Skriet,
Jerry's Kids,
Mantronix,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Pretty Things,
Dennis Brown,
Neu!,
CMW,
Audionom,
Rapeman,
The Doors,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jawbox,
Main Source,
Harmonia,
The Angels of Light,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.