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 London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ 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 The Pop Group to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Intrusion,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eurythmics,
Surgeon,
Sonic Youth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Warren Ellis,
Wally Richardson,
Average White Band,
The Toasters,
Tubeway Army,
Q and Not U,
Rotary Connection,
Shuggie Otis,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cowsills,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed,
Fugazi,
Altered Images,
Pylon,
The Stooges,
The Offenders,
Loose Ends,
Mantronix,
Fela Kuti,
Junior Murvin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Heaven 17,
Neil Young,
Howard Jones,
Roxette,
Ultra Naté,
Livin' Joy,
Amazonics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
cv313,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
E-Dancer,
Ohio Players,
The Names,
Smog,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hot Snakes,
Gang of Four,
Parry Music,
Donald Byrd,
The Evens,
Johnny Clarke,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Godley & Creme,
Josef K,
Pantaleimon,
The Young Rascals,
Ludus,
Japan,
Radio Birdman,
the Bar-Kays,
The Real Kids,
The Alarm Clocks,
T.S.O.L.,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.