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 Yemen and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator 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 B.T. Express to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Glenn Branca,
The Techniques,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nico,
Cymande,
Newcleus,
Marine Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
Excepter,
Hasil Adkins,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Holt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tropical Tobacco,
Adolescents,
B.T. Express,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gabor Szabo,
Tommy Roe,
Fela Kuti,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deadbeat,
Jimmy McGriff,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Motorama,
the Sonics,
Das Ding,
Roger Hodgson,
Wasted Youth,
The Skatalites,
Soulsonic Force,
Surgeon,
EPMD,
Marshall Jefferson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
James White and The Blacks,
Slick Rick,
Anakelly,
The Slackers,
Joyce Sims,
Monks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rod Modell,
MDC,
X-101,
Country Teasers,
Shoche,
Joey Negro,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soft Cell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gichy Dan,
The Cowsills,
Chris Corsano,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
T.S.O.L.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultra Naté,
ABBA,
Qualms,
AZ,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.