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 Uganda and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Kaleidoscope to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Black Moon,
Barbara Tucker,
Sällskapet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Duran Duran,
The Smoke,
The Blues Magoos,
Jeff Lynne,
Laurel Aitken,
Goldenarms,
Pantaleimon,
Rakim,
Suicide,
X-Ray Spex,
Moby Grape,
Scan 7,
The Litter,
Wings,
Todd Terry,
Amon Düül II,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Erykah Badu,
The Gap Band,
Michelle Simonal,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Graham Central Station,
Brothers Johnson,
The Wake,
Glambeats Corp.,
Livin' Joy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Japan,
Depeche Mode,
H. Thieme,
Peter and Kerry,
Swans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Motions,
Surgeon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joey Negro,
Reagan Youth,
Icehouse,
The Birthday Party,
Supertramp,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Delon & Dalcan,
a-ha,
Q65,
Second Layer,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sun City Girls,
Whodini,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Quadrant,
Marine Girls,
Man Parrish,
The Real Kids,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.