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 Jordan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 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 Ponytail to the grime 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Aural Exciters,
Howard Jones,
Gabor Szabo,
Sun City Girls,
Excepter,
Matthew Bourne,
Scratch Acid,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Anakelly,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marine Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Lydon,
Fat Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
Mark Hollis,
Fad Gadget,
Sparks,
Duran Duran,
The Real Kids,
Scientists,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sugar Minott,
The Evens,
The Selecter,
Todd Rundgren,
Maurizio,
Moss Icon,
Magazine,
The Count Five,
Black Sheep,
Trumans Water,
T. Rex,
Spoonie Gee,
Public Image Ltd.,
Main Source,
E-Dancer,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Normal,
Erykah Badu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Human League,
Scion,
The Fortunes,
Y Pants,
Aloha Tigers,
a-ha,
Mr. Review,
Bad Manners,
Cybotron,
Pantaleimon,
James White and The Blacks,
Metal Thangz,
Symarip,
Sister Nancy,
Malaria!,
Kas Product,
Camberwell Now,
The Black Dice,
The Move,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.