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 South Africa and from Accra.
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 Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 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 Gang Green to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
L. Decosne,
Kaleidoscope,
Y Pants,
10cc,
The Gladiators,
Max Romeo,
Subhumans,
Howard Jones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Hasil Adkins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mo-Dettes,
Bronski Beat,
Reuben Wilson,
Panda Bear,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cowsills,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gories,
Todd Terry,
Livin' Joy,
In Retrospect,
Sister Nancy,
Babytalk,
Soul II Soul,
Jeru the Damaja,
Suicide,
Bill Near,
Cameo,
Mantronix,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Agent Orange,
Boogie Down Productions,
Letta Mbulu,
DJ Sneak,
Aloha Tigers,
the Association,
Harmonia,
T. Rex,
Surgeon,
Roxette,
Kerri Chandler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Skatalites,
Roxy Music,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cure,
Lucky Dragons,
The Move,
Oblivians,
Section 25,
Massinfluence,
The Searchers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Big Daddy Kane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Amon Düül,
Joey Negro,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.