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 Venezuela and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord 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 Ponytail to the rock 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
The Slackers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
T. Rex,
Harmonia,
The Buckinghams,
Gerry Rafferty,
Niagra,
Television,
Sound Behaviour,
Roy Ayers,
Bronski Beat,
Cal Tjader,
Joe Smooth,
The Kinks,
Rotary Connection,
Sarah Menescal,
Infiniti,
Aural Exciters,
Rapeman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Index,
Reuben Wilson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Second Layer,
Zero Boys,
Marmalade,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang Green,
Simply Red,
Monolake,
Cheater Slicks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Visage,
the Slits,
Howard Jones,
Jeff Lynne,
The Pretty Things,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Liliput,
Quantec,
Matthew Halsall,
Rosa Yemen,
The Monks,
Soft Machine,
Basic Channel,
Barrington Levy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Massinfluence,
The Stooges,
Urselle,
The Searchers,
Cluster,
Royal Trux,
the Bar-Kays,
Kas Product,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Skarface,
The Gladiators,
Jacques Brel,
The Offenders,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.