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 Austria and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
PIL,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Josef K,
Los Fastidios,
The Blackbyrds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Colin Newman,
The Smiths,
Bluetip,
Gil Scott Heron,
New Age Steppers,
The Sound,
The Motions,
Skriet,
The Mummies,
Trumans Water,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Thee Headcoats,
Ponytail,
Masters at Work,
Babytalk,
Index,
The Zeros,
Essential Logic,
Marine Girls,
Delta 5,
John Lydon,
Anthony Braxton,
Soulsonic Force,
Mars,
Matthew Halsall,
Moss Icon,
Aural Exciters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dawn Penn,
The Golliwogs,
Peter and Kerry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jerry's Kids,
Alison Limerick,
Mr. Review,
Nico,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Swell Maps,
Sight & Sound,
Max Romeo,
Dual Sessions,
Liliput,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Beau Brummels,
Kerrie Biddell,
Average White Band,
the Germs,
Al Stewart,
Minnie Riperton,
Todd Rundgren,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.