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 Saudi Arabia and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the snare 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 Spandau Ballet to the jazz 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Q and Not U,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kevin Saunderson,
Trumans Water,
Dorothy Ashby,
Albert Ayler,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Liliput,
Roger Hodgson,
Mantronix,
Excepter,
X-102,
Guru Guru,
Absolute Body Control,
Marc Almond,
Yusef Lateef,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dennis Brown,
Rapeman,
Joensuu 1685,
Ice-T,
Minny Pops,
Gong,
Make Up,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fortunes,
John Holt,
The Mummies,
The Monochrome Set,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Knickerbockers,
Bad Manners,
Eric Copeland,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pylon,
Theoretical Girls,
The Techniques,
Rotary Connection,
Alice Coltrane,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Victims,
Suburban Knight,
Skriet,
Pierre Henry,
One Last Wish,
Davy DMX,
The Beau Brummels,
Jandek,
Cheater Slicks,
Cybotron,
Pere Ubu,
Cal Tjader,
Alton Ellis,
Minor Threat,
Slave,
Nik Kershaw,
the Sonics,
Suicide,
Parry Music,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.