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 Kiribati and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Jeff Lynne 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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Scion,
Deadbeat,
Masters at Work,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pere Ubu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Happenings,
Hot Snakes,
R.M.O.,
Vladislav Delay,
Joensuu 1685,
cv313,
Second Layer,
Surgeon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crime,
Saccharine Trust,
Bush Tetras,
Blake Baxter,
The Standells,
Joey Negro,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Electric Prunes,
ABC,
Lalo Schifrin,
Albert Ayler,
Howard Jones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Moody Blues,
Faraquet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Darondo,
New Order,
David Bowie,
The Alarm Clocks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Zapp,
Pierre Henry,
Fad Gadget,
Man Eating Sloth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lucky Dragons,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pylon,
Buzzcocks,
Roy Ayers,
Graham Central Station,
Minutemen,
Lindisfarne,
Idris Muhammad,
The Pop Group,
Tubeway Army,
Tim Buckley,
David McCallum,
Dave Gahan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Steve Hackett,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.