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 Russia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes 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 Wally Richardson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang of Four,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Selecter,
Quadrant,
Jacob Miller,
Anthony Braxton,
Albert Ayler,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mojo Men,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Todd Rundgren,
James White and The Blacks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Neon Judgement,
Yaz,
The Angels of Light,
Eli Mardock,
Fear,
Tom Boy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bronski Beat,
Jimmy McGriff,
Donny Hathaway,
Flamin' Groovies,
Slick Rick,
JFA,
David Axelrod,
Amon Düül,
DNA,
Sonic Youth,
Animal Collective,
Khruangbin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Electric Prunes,
Spandau Ballet,
John Coltrane,
Tomorrow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Sheep,
the Soft Cell,
Morten Harket,
Minor Threat,
Byron Stingily,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Section 25,
Harmonia,
Can,
Basic Channel,
Freddie Wadling,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Franke,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fire Engines,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Con Funk Shun,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.