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 Rwanda and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kayak to the electroclash 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a synthesizer and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Byron Stingily,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Slackers,
H. Thieme,
Q and Not U,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rotary Connection,
Index,
Con Funk Shun,
X-Ray Spex,
Cybotron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deepchord,
The New Christs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Avey Tare,
Ornette Coleman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alphaville,
Scan 7,
Sun City Girls,
Mantronix,
Lindisfarne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Glambeats Corp.,
Icehouse,
48th St. Collective,
Moss Icon,
The Searchers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brothers Johnson,
Harmonia,
Camouflage,
OOIOO,
Max Romeo,
The Leaves,
The Blues Magoos,
Nirvana,
F. McDonald,
AZ,
New Age Steppers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Urselle,
Eddi Front,
B.T. Express,
Technova,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rod Modell,
John Holt,
Skriet,
Thompson Twins,
The Evens,
Ten City,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stiv Bators,
Goldenarms,
The Standells,
Janne Schatter,
La Düsseldorf,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.