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 Mongolia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mark Hollis to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Slave,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Zero Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
The J.B.'s,
The Count Five,
Sällskapet,
the Association,
Arab on Radar,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Flesh Eaters,
Piero Umiliani,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Electric Prunes,
The Moody Blues,
The Modern Lovers,
Lalann,
Pylon,
Sex Pistols,
Rotary Connection,
The Dave Clark Five,
Masters at Work,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Quando Quango,
Delon & Dalcan,
Monolake,
Gang of Four,
Marmalade,
Freddie Wadling,
John Lydon,
Porter Ricks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Max Romeo,
Gang Starr,
Joy Division,
The Saints,
The Gun Club,
Pussy Galore,
MDC,
Cameo,
Alton Ellis,
David Bowie,
Ken Boothe,
Ponytail,
Moss Icon,
Metal Thangz,
Donald Byrd,
Gabor Szabo,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Q and Not U,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Buckinghams,
Little Man,
B.T. Express,
Nik Kershaw,
Deepchord,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.