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 Cyprus and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Thompson Twins to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron 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?
Anakelly,
The Blackbyrds,
The Zeros,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scan 7,
Crash Course in Science,
Grauzone,
Fad Gadget,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Young Rascals,
The Fall,
Radio Birdman,
Man Parrish,
Neu!,
R.M.O.,
Barbara Tucker,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Morten Harket,
The Victims,
Lebanon Hanover,
Peter & Gordon,
Sun Ra,
Young Marble Giants,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rites of Spring,
The Birthday Party,
Dawn Penn,
DJ Style,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Shoche,
Wasted Youth,
The Dirtbombs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mo-Dettes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
New Age Steppers,
Rod Modell,
The Mummies,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barrington Levy,
the Sonics,
Gang Starr,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Womack,
China Crisis,
Tears for Fears,
Flash Fearless,
The Offenders,
Theoretical Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fear,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bill Near,
Idris Muhammad,
Sandy B,
Supertramp,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Little Man,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.