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 Mongolia and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 Archie Shepp to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! 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 dance 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Subhumans,
Cybotron,
kango's stein massive,
Albert Ayler,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Niagra,
Stereo Dub,
Chris & Cosey,
The Moody Blues,
ABC,
In Retrospect,
Hoover,
Ohio Players,
The Happenings,
Fugazi,
The New Christs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tres Demented,
CMW,
Echospace,
The Dead C,
Sound Behaviour,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Juan Atkins,
Idris Muhammad,
Audionom,
Angry Samoans,
Supertramp,
Symarip,
Scott Walker,
Matthew Halsall,
Porter Ricks,
B.T. Express,
The Gap Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Boredoms,
Laurel Aitken,
Dawn Penn,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Vogues,
Camberwell Now,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kenny Larkin,
The Moleskins,
Jeff Lynne,
Schoolly D,
Fela Kuti,
Reagan Youth,
Derrick May,
Sugar Minott,
Rekid,
Brothers Johnson,
Jacob Miller,
Fad Gadget,
Todd Rundgren,
Mr. Review,
Chris Corsano,
Stockholm Monsters,
Procol Harum,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.