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 Palau and from Hong Kong.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Black Flag to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
The Buckinghams,
Grandmaster Flash,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang Gang Dance,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fuzztones,
Sixth Finger,
Glambeats Corp.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Moody Blues,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kerri Chandler,
Index,
Quantec,
kango's stein massive,
Blancmange,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang of Four,
Arthur Verocai,
The Human League,
The Doobie Brothers,
Newcleus,
Matthew Halsall,
the Human League,
Blake Baxter,
Swans,
Rakim,
Dual Sessions,
The Music Machine,
Section 25,
Ponytail,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
David McCallum,
The Searchers,
Sällskapet,
Avey Tare,
The Smiths,
John Foxx,
Michelle Simonal,
Ossler,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scan 7,
The Skatalites,
Franke,
Von Mondo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Au Pairs,
F. McDonald,
ABBA,
Peter and Kerry,
Unrelated Segments,
E-Dancer,
Soulsonic Force,
Derrick Morgan,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Dirtbombs,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.