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 Angola and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar 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 Angels of Light to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Symarip,
T. Rex,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Interpol,
Iggy Pop,
Crime,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fad Gadget,
Crispy Ambulance,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Duran Duran,
Sister Nancy,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Doors,
The Birthday Party,
DJ Style,
Skarface,
The Star Department,
Cybotron,
Bill Wells,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
A Certain Ratio,
The Music Machine,
Colin Newman,
Technova,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Smiths,
Rod Modell,
The Associates,
The Real Kids,
Man Eating Sloth,
Khruangbin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
H. Thieme,
Magma,
The Fortunes,
EPMD,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Reagan Youth,
Groovy Waters,
Liliput,
Jeff Lynne,
Darondo,
Monolake,
Ultravox,
Dennis Brown,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Traffic Nightmare,
Spandau Ballet,
Dawn Penn,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Soft Cell,
Gong,
the Human League,
Subhumans,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Niagra,
Letta Mbulu,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.