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 Bahrain and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Outsiders,
The Moody Blues,
Dawn Penn,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Normal,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Swans,
Trumans Water,
Nation of Ulysses,
Saccharine Trust,
Buzzcocks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pussy Galore,
Public Enemy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Main Source,
Zapp,
Pere Ubu,
John Cale,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fat Boys,
Quando Quango,
The Fortunes,
Avey Tare,
Urselle,
Funky Four + One,
Brothers Johnson,
Kas Product,
Ituana,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Radiohead,
Zero Boys,
Cybotron,
B.T. Express,
Q65,
Chris Corsano,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Flipper,
Josef K,
The Flesh Eaters,
One Last Wish,
The Fuzztones,
Hoover,
ABBA,
Marine Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barry Ungar,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Thompson Twins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fear,
Lightning Bolt,
Susan Cadogan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Blake Baxter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Malaria!,
The Selecter,
Bootsy Collins,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.