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 Panama and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fortunes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Depeche Mode,
Blancmange,
Masters at Work,
Neil Young,
Unwound,
Eddi Front,
Alphaville,
Young Marble Giants,
Bauhaus,
Chrome,
Con Funk Shun,
Slick Rick,
The Mummies,
Zapp,
The Moleskins,
Camberwell Now,
Josef K,
Lakeside,
The Neon Judgement,
Clear Light,
Fat Boys,
The Star Department,
Ituana,
Loose Ends,
Suburban Knight,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Funkadelic,
The Remains,
Duran Duran,
Cluster,
Underground Resistance,
New Order,
Los Fastidios,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Subhumans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kerrie Biddell,
Colin Newman,
Deakin,
Sparks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultra Naté,
The Grass Roots,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soulsonic Force,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pole,
Niagra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lungfish,
New Age Steppers,
Tom Boy,
Buzzcocks,
The Cure,
Albert Ayler,
The Litter,
Roxette,
Pagans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.