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 Mauritania and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Moon to the rap 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Lou Christie,
Eddi Front,
Visage,
The Knickerbockers,
Zero Boys,
Agitation Free,
Eric Copeland,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Sound,
The Doors,
Crime,
Deakin,
In Retrospect,
Q65,
Boz Scaggs,
Trumans Water,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Das Ding,
ABBA,
Tears for Fears,
Amon Düül,
Absolute Body Control,
The Mojo Men,
ABC,
Bobby Byrd,
The Evens,
Skriet,
These Immortal Souls,
The American Breed,
Quadrant,
Sandy B,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fire Engines,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crispy Ambulance,
Amazonics,
L. Decosne,
Kenny Larkin,
Model 500,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Monolake,
Second Layer,
The Dead C,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Pus,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fad Gadget,
Pantytec,
Quando Quango,
Television Personalities,
John Foxx,
Blossom Toes,
Panda Bear,
Warsaw,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lightning Bolt,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.