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 Andorra and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 ABC to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Swell Maps,
Shuggie Otis,
Rod Modell,
The Blackbyrds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marcia Griffiths,
Archie Shepp,
The Zeros,
Roy Ayers,
Sound Behaviour,
Ossler,
John Coltrane,
The Vogues,
Joe Smooth,
Scott Walker,
The Music Machine,
Stiv Bators,
kango's stein massive,
L. Decosne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Human League,
The Victims,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
F. McDonald,
Hashim,
The Saints,
June Days,
The Smoke,
Steve Hackett,
Eddi Front,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Smiths,
The Walker Brothers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barrington Levy,
Soul II Soul,
Model 500,
Rotary Connection,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Radiopuhelimet,
Depeche Mode,
The Moody Blues,
The Young Rascals,
Gabor Szabo,
This Heat,
Yaz,
MC5,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Glenn Branca,
Scion,
Reuben Wilson,
June of 44,
Peter & Gordon,
Erykah Badu,
Saccharine Trust,
Soft Cell,
Make Up,
Pagans,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.