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 Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Peter and Kerry to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Reuben Wilson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Reed,
The Martian,
the Normal,
Sällskapet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Massinfluence,
Roger Hodgson,
Sister Nancy,
Derrick May,
Max Romeo,
The American Breed,
Joe Smooth,
Henry Cow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cecil Taylor,
Stiv Bators,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roxette,
Moby Grape,
Erykah Badu,
Supertramp,
John Foxx,
Spoonie Gee,
Pere Ubu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
a-ha,
Dead Boys,
Albert Ayler,
The Vogues,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Standells,
UT,
Pierre Henry,
Archie Shepp,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Skaos,
Sparks,
Los Fastidios,
the Soft Cell,
MC5,
Malaria!,
The Barracudas,
Adolescents,
The Young Rascals,
The Real Kids,
Bad Manners,
Aaron Thompson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Loose Ends,
Swans,
Au Pairs,
Hasil Adkins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Surgeon,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.