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 Zimbabwe and from Stockholm.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Harmonia to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Wings,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ten City,
Television,
Tomorrow,
Sound Behaviour,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dorothy Ashby,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marc Almond,
Chris & Cosey,
Newcleus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
LL Cool J,
Gastr Del Sol,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Mummies,
Intrusion,
Neu!,
The American Breed,
The Moody Blues,
Deepchord,
The Kinks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sister Nancy,
Nas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Theoretical Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brothers Johnson,
Can,
Angry Samoans,
Eric Copeland,
The Moleskins,
Delta 5,
the Soft Cell,
Jawbox,
Little Man,
Crooked Eye,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rekid,
Yaz,
Ponytail,
Sun Ra,
Moss Icon,
Scan 7,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Real Kids,
Pylon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Spoonie Gee,
Nico,
Rotary Connection,
Skriet,
Piero Umiliani,
Donald Byrd,
The Searchers,
Gong,
The Happenings,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.