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 Turkey 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Television Personalities to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wasted Youth,
Girls At Our Best!,
A Certain Ratio,
Alison Limerick,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Glenn Branca,
Al Stewart,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sister Nancy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yazoo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sällskapet,
Goldenarms,
Gregory Isaacs,
Moebius,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Theoretical Girls,
Fear,
Joe Finger,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aswad,
Don Cherry,
The Offenders,
The Searchers,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kurtis Blow,
Idris Muhammad,
Harry Pussy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Erykah Badu,
Quadrant,
The Fire Engines,
Colin Newman,
The Move,
Chrome,
Livin' Joy,
Gong,
Joey Negro,
Avey Tare,
Lakeside,
June of 44,
Excepter,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Angels of Light,
Ultravox,
Black Flag,
Peter & Gordon,
Procol Harum,
The Birthday Party,
Leonard Cohen,
The Golliwogs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Spoonie Gee,
The Beau Brummels,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.