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 United States and from Cairo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jesper Dahlback to the dance 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Q and Not U,
Desert Stars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Move,
Negative Approach,
The Skatalites,
Bad Manners,
Underground Resistance,
Carl Craig,
Nik Kershaw,
Bauhaus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Saints,
The Moody Blues,
Deepchord,
Warsaw,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Robert Hood,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marc Almond,
Smog,
The United States of America,
OOIOO,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Sonics,
Beasts of Bourbon,
ABBA,
Gichy Dan,
Rites of Spring,
Subhumans,
The Barracudas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fela Kuti,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Smoke,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Excepter,
Kenny Larkin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Silicon Teens,
Pulsallama,
The Wake,
The Raincoats,
The Fuzztones,
The Knickerbockers,
Derrick May,
T. Rex,
Accadde A,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Byrd,
Sister Nancy,
U.S. Maple,
This Heat,
Lee Hazlewood,
The New Christs,
Sex Pistols,
The Dirtbombs,
Visage,
Slick Rick,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.