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 Australia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 X-102 to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
The Durutti Column,
Connie Case,
Zapp,
The Evens,
Al Stewart,
In Retrospect,
Lalann,
The Cure,
Can,
Quando Quango,
Visage,
Arab on Radar,
Model 500,
Reagan Youth,
Main Source,
Eli Mardock,
Make Up,
The Happenings,
Supertramp,
Ken Boothe,
Hoover,
Bobby Sherman,
Kerri Chandler,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Smoke,
Chrome,
Youth Brigade,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Sound,
DNA,
Black Pus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Albert Ayler,
H. Thieme,
Jimmy McGriff,
ABBA,
The Neon Judgement,
DJ Style,
Ossler,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang of Four,
Byron Stingily,
Ronnie Foster,
The Misunderstood,
Desert Stars,
Panda Bear,
T.S.O.L.,
Scientists,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deakin,
Cybotron,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Walker Brothers,
The Knickerbockers,
Infiniti,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Buzzcocks,
The Vogues,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.