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 Brunei and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Crash Course in Science to the techno 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Johnny Osbourne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Freddie Wadling,
Charles Mingus,
Eurythmics,
Gang Gang Dance,
Severed Heads,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yazoo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Last Poets,
Ken Boothe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Johnny Clarke,
Peter and Kerry,
Reagan Youth,
Banda Bassotti,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marc Almond,
Gang of Four,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Birthday Party,
Tropical Tobacco,
Subhumans,
Unrelated Segments,
Rakim,
The Index,
The Count Five,
The Blackbyrds,
Eric B and Rakim,
A Certain Ratio,
Ronan,
X-101,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sandy B,
Tom Boy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ossler,
DNA,
B.T. Express,
Mo-Dettes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Knickerbockers,
UT,
The Moody Blues,
Q and Not U,
David McCallum,
Y Pants,
Bad Manners,
Derrick May,
Excepter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
ABC,
Skarface,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pulsallama,
Jimmy McGriff,
Avey Tare,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
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.