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 Japan and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Supertramp to the crunk 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
OOIOO,
Howard Jones,
Dual Sessions,
Crooked Eye,
Yaz,
Silicon Teens,
Minutemen,
James White and The Blacks,
Porter Ricks,
The Cure,
Livin' Joy,
The Motions,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fortunes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Erasure,
The Blackbyrds,
Eric Copeland,
Funkadelic,
Heaven 17,
Duran Duran,
Little Man,
John Foxx,
Rekid,
Connie Case,
Throbbing Gristle,
Goldenarms,
Todd Rundgren,
FM Einheit,
Hardrive,
Loose Ends,
Mission of Burma,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
World's Most,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Idris Muhammad,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crime,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roxette,
Radiopuhelimet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Detroit Cobras,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Durutti Column,
Nation of Ulysses,
EPMD,
Moby Grape,
the Swans,
Jerry's Kids,
Trumans Water,
Scrapy,
Stiv Bators,
The Cowsills,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
CMW,
Gang of Four,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.