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 China and from Manchester.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dawn Penn to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Dark Day,
A Certain Ratio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Unwound,
Radiohead,
John Cale,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Index,
Yaz,
Jerry's Kids,
Nick Fraelich,
MDC,
Michelle Simonal,
The Mojo Men,
Ronnie Foster,
Lakeside,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Soft Cell,
Deakin,
Kerri Chandler,
Wolf Eyes,
Derrick May,
James White and The Blacks,
Television,
Bill Wells,
The Velvet Underground,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Flamin' Groovies,
Subhumans,
Spoonie Gee,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Red Krayola,
Qualms,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Underground Resistance,
Yellowson,
Kurtis Blow,
The Human League,
The Motions,
Davy DMX,
Eurythmics,
Trumans Water,
The Searchers,
Bootsy Collins,
Slick Rick,
Wally Richardson,
Q and Not U,
Marmalade,
Moss Icon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Circle Jerks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Symarip,
Stiv Bators,
Rhythm & Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
Intrusion,
Sun Ra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sight & Sound,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.