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 Sri Lanka and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 June of 44 to the rock 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Lalann,
Absolute Body Control,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Sonics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grey Daturas,
Ponytail,
The Litter,
Depeche Mode,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Spandau Ballet,
48th St. Collective,
Kaleidoscope,
Boredoms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Whodini,
Bad Manners,
U.S. Maple,
Rakim,
Monolake,
Intrusion,
Mad Mike,
Television Personalities,
10cc,
Andrew Hill,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bill Near,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Sherman,
Groovy Waters,
Outsiders,
Rapeman,
Eurythmics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Matthew Bourne,
EPMD,
Suicide,
Avey Tare,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Camouflage,
The Trojans,
Marine Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Flamin' Groovies,
The New Christs,
Spoonie Gee,
June of 44,
Byron Stingily,
One Last Wish,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Mummies,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Chris Corsano,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Supertramp,
Shoche,
Schoolly D,
Swell Maps,
Yaz,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.