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 Somalia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 Jerry's Kids to the rock 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
T. Rex,
Radio Birdman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Amazonics,
Faust,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Sherman,
K-Klass,
Eurythmics,
H. Thieme,
Flipper,
X-Ray Spex,
Andrew Hill,
Big Daddy Kane,
Anakelly,
The Monochrome Set,
Joey Negro,
The Fall,
Eddi Front,
David McCallum,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fear,
The Pretty Things,
Hasil Adkins,
Pagans,
Kenny Larkin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bauhaus,
Essential Logic,
kango's stein massive,
Cymande,
Shoche,
Roxy Music,
Ronnie Foster,
Cheater Slicks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Slick Rick,
Isaac Hayes,
Shuggie Otis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Porter Ricks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Model 500,
Marshall Jefferson,
Popol Vuh,
Fatback Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sound Behaviour,
Kevin Saunderson,
Swell Maps,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.