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 Finland and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Scion 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Grauzone,
Easy Going,
Sound Behaviour,
Eve St. Jones,
James White and The Blacks,
The Human League,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Buckinghams,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Electric Prunes,
Slave,
Skaos,
Index,
Amazonics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
K-Klass,
Babytalk,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Boz Scaggs,
Letta Mbulu,
Vainqueur,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
ABBA,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Au Pairs,
Black Bananas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Red Krayola,
Black Sheep,
L. Decosne,
The Cure,
Bronski Beat,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Selecter,
Severed Heads,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Donald Byrd,
Soft Cell,
Minor Threat,
Roy Ayers,
Surgeon,
Angry Samoans,
The Count Five,
Cheater Slicks,
Duran Duran,
Wally Richardson,
Jeff Lynne,
Agitation Free,
Grandmaster Flash,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
X-101,
Drive Like Jehu,
Groovy Waters,
Ice-T,
Todd Rundgren,
Albert Ayler,
Neil Young,
10cc,
Howard Jones,
Swans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.