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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Q and Not U to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Grauzone,
Schoolly D,
Eden Ahbez,
The Names,
the Sonics,
Thompson Twins,
The Real Kids,
Tropical Tobacco,
Derrick May,
Roxette,
Marmalade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bob Dylan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Erasure,
B.T. Express,
Sarah Menescal,
Babytalk,
Smog,
Sixth Finger,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Germs,
Cymande,
The Index,
T. Rex,
Dawn Penn,
Bang On A Can,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Khruangbin,
Royal Trux,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultravox,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Quando Quango,
Laurel Aitken,
Lindisfarne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Darondo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bush Tetras,
New York Dolls,
Aaron Thompson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Underground Resistance,
Scrapy,
R.M.O.,
Terry Callier,
The Human League,
The Slackers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joyce Sims,
Can,
Motorama,
Altered Images,
Freddie Wadling,
Delta 5,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eurythmics,
Alison Limerick,
Model 500,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.