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 Turkmenistan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Alison Limerick to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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 Searchers,
A Certain Ratio,
Piero Umiliani,
John Holt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ralphi Rosario,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joy Division,
Pet Shop Boys,
L. Decosne,
Los Fastidios,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bauhaus,
Q65,
Motorama,
The Invisible,
Avey Tare,
Funky Four + One,
Lyres,
The Techniques,
The Real Kids,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Groovy Waters,
Sällskapet,
Jandek,
Gil Scott Heron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Country Teasers,
The Leaves,
Lou Christie,
Magazine,
Camberwell Now,
Gerry Rafferty,
Guru Guru,
The Selecter,
Lalann,
Simply Red,
kango's stein massive,
Jacob Miller,
Newcleus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Robert Hood,
cv313,
Neil Young,
Ronnie Foster,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Das Ding,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Clear Light,
Todd Rundgren,
Darondo,
The Happenings,
Ultimate Spinach,
Average White Band,
Steve Hackett,
Inner City,
Desert Stars,
The Blackbyrds,
Radiopuhelimet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.