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 Pakistan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe 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 Peter & Gordon to the dance 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Public Enemy,
Zapp,
Michelle Simonal,
Depeche Mode,
Qualms,
Swell Maps,
Hardrive,
Lee Hazlewood,
Animal Collective,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Black Dice,
Joyce Sims,
Grey Daturas,
Roy Ayers,
Soulsonic Force,
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Christie,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dennis Brown,
Tom Boy,
Mo-Dettes,
The Angels of Light,
The Music Machine,
Niagra,
Kerri Chandler,
Scion,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Wake,
The Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
Donald Byrd,
Electric Prunes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Q65,
Youth Brigade,
The Five Americans,
The Knickerbockers,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Womack,
Funky Four + One,
Von Mondo,
Stetsasonic,
Severed Heads,
The Evens,
The Alarm Clocks,
Robert Wyatt,
The Buckinghams,
Eric Copeland,
Pet Shop Boys,
Agitation Free,
Drive Like Jehu,
Oneida,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
In Retrospect,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yellowson,
The Divine Comedy,
Sun City Girls,
Second Layer,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.