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 Bhutan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 The Names to the grunge 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Warsaw,
Aural Exciters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Chris Corsano,
Jawbox,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
UT,
Arcadia,
June Days,
The Slits,
Yellowson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stetsasonic,
Ossler,
Alphaville,
Subhumans,
Tears for Fears,
Fela Kuti,
T.S.O.L.,
Siglo XX,
New Order,
Alison Limerick,
Qualms,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kerrie Biddell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scientists,
The Gap Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Christie,
Laurel Aitken,
The Barracudas,
Slave,
The Dirtbombs,
Davy DMX,
Magazine,
Jimmy McGriff,
OOIOO,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Monks,
Hoover,
DJ Sneak,
DNA,
Wasted Youth,
Q65,
The Red Krayola,
Howard Jones,
Q and Not U,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
X-Ray Spex,
Intrusion,
The Smoke,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minny Pops,
Soft Cell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rod Modell,
Visage,
The Gories,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.