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 Honduras and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the punk 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
The Monochrome Set,
Tubeway Army,
Alphaville,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Soft Cell,
ABBA,
Porter Ricks,
Motorama,
cv313,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
New Age Steppers,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Association,
Tim Buckley,
the Germs,
LL Cool J,
Marc Almond,
Gang of Four,
Mantronix,
X-101,
Dennis Brown,
Kayak,
Skarface,
Hasil Adkins,
L. Decosne,
Oneida,
Public Image Ltd.,
Todd Terry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Erasure,
The Seeds,
Agent Orange,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Raincoats,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gil Scott Heron,
Reagan Youth,
John Cale,
The Fuzztones,
David Axelrod,
Smog,
Warsaw,
Flash Fearless,
The Walker Brothers,
Mr. Review,
Nirvana,
Minnie Riperton,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camberwell Now,
The Martian,
Suicide,
Lebanon Hanover,
Desert Stars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Blake Baxter,
The Music Machine,
The Neon Judgement,
Brass Construction,
The Fugs,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.