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 Saudi Arabia and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Japan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
a-ha,
Barry Ungar,
Underground Resistance,
Scan 7,
B.T. Express,
Matthew Halsall,
Roger Hodgson,
Fatback Band,
Visage,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Radiohead,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Y Pants,
The Moleskins,
Jerry's Kids,
Oblivians,
Bronski Beat,
The Techniques,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The United States of America,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Peter and Kerry,
Anthony Braxton,
Au Pairs,
The New Christs,
The Fugs,
Pagans,
Country Teasers,
Bluetip,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wings,
The Gun Club,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Human League,
Hasil Adkins,
Brothers Johnson,
Wasted Youth,
Tom Boy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Franke,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tears for Fears,
The Barracudas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dorothy Ashby,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Intrusion,
Dave Gahan,
The Human League,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mars,
The Motions,
The Count Five,
8 Eyed Spy,
Unrelated Segments,
Cybotron,
Q and Not U,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joyce Sims,
Gang Green,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.