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 Kuwait and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin 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 Bad Manners to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
The Fire Engines,
Moby Grape,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tommy Roe,
The Residents,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kerri Chandler,
Flash Fearless,
Ludus,
Avey Tare,
Pantaleimon,
Minnie Riperton,
Radio Birdman,
Barbara Tucker,
Roxy Music,
Youth Brigade,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Music Machine,
Theoretical Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
Absolute Body Control,
Severed Heads,
The Mummies,
The Invisible,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Searchers,
Anakelly,
This Heat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Skarface,
Glambeats Corp.,
Electric Prunes,
Cymande,
Eric Copeland,
Sandy B,
Wolf Eyes,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Victims,
Archie Shepp,
Blake Baxter,
X-102,
Arab on Radar,
Loose Ends,
The Divine Comedy,
Derrick May,
Ultra Naté,
Crispian St. Peters,
Darondo,
Tomorrow,
Fatback Band,
E-Dancer,
Scan 7,
The Names,
the Human League,
Little Man,
Second Layer,
Fluxion,
The Dave Clark Five,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.