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 India 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Susan Cadogan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
a-ha,
Hardrive,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rites of Spring,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Patti Smith,
Joe Finger,
Crash Course in Science,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Funkadelic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
cv313,
Chris & Cosey,
Livin' Joy,
The Trojans,
Ultra Naté,
Junior Murvin,
JFA,
Country Teasers,
Siglo XX,
Scion,
Shuggie Otis,
The Saints,
Al Stewart,
Grey Daturas,
Outsiders,
Rufus Thomas,
Grandmaster Flash,
Unwound,
The Seeds,
Scrapy,
The Angels of Light,
Marshall Jefferson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crooked Eye,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hot Snakes,
The Misunderstood,
Brothers Johnson,
Wings,
X-102,
Grauzone,
Byron Stingily,
Desert Stars,
The Smiths,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Blossom Toes,
The Fugs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Johnny Clarke,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Index,
Severed Heads,
Pussy Galore,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bob Dylan,
Jacques Brel,
Suburban Knight,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.