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 Argentina and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
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 linndrum 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 Liliput to the rap 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Harmonia,
La Düsseldorf,
Brick,
John Cale,
Reagan Youth,
Scrapy,
Pierre Henry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Symarip,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Donald Byrd,
The Pretty Things,
Ten City,
Frankie Knuckles,
Zero Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roger Hodgson,
Das Ding,
Barry Ungar,
Section 25,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Laurel Aitken,
F. McDonald,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Human League,
Maleditus Sound,
Cybotron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Steve Hackett,
Morten Harket,
Quando Quango,
The Mojo Men,
E-Dancer,
Quantec,
Little Man,
Moebius,
The Five Americans,
Black Bananas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jeru the Damaja,
Zapp,
PIL,
The Move,
Country Teasers,
Scan 7,
Nils Olav,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Josef K,
Schoolly D,
The Gap Band,
The Motions,
The Velvet Underground,
Scientists,
The Gladiators,
The Monks,
T.S.O.L.,
Kenny Larkin,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.