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 Seychelles and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
The Music Machine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ossler,
The Mighty Diamonds,
OOIOO,
Lungfish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Echospace,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tres Demented,
Ponytail,
Y Pants,
Soul II Soul,
Electric Prunes,
EPMD,
the Normal,
Dennis Brown,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
China Crisis,
Eric Dolphy,
The Tremeloes,
Faust,
James White and The Blacks,
Popol Vuh,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Quando Quango,
The Martian,
Sixth Finger,
Agent Orange,
Colin Newman,
Panda Bear,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alton Ellis,
Ken Boothe,
Newcleus,
Dave Gahan,
Urselle,
Simply Red,
Dark Day,
Saccharine Trust,
Lower 48,
Reagan Youth,
Rufus Thomas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Kinks,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Neon Judgement,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Swans,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gap Band,
Neu!,
The New Christs,
Tommy Roe,
Carl Craig,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Surgeon,
The Skatalites,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.