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 France and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 Jerry's Kids to the grunge 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Make Up,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pussy Galore,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lucky Dragons,
Brothers Johnson,
The Young Rascals,
Roy Ayers,
The Human League,
Pet Shop Boys,
KRS-One,
The Tremeloes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bootsy Collins,
X-102,
Vainqueur,
Inner City,
Donny Hathaway,
Robert Wyatt,
MDC,
John Holt,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cowsills,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Star Department,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Malaria!,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Isaac Hayes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fatback Band,
kango's stein massive,
New York Dolls,
Gichy Dan,
Von Mondo,
Interpol,
Black Bananas,
Deepchord,
Brick,
Matthew Bourne,
a-ha,
The Gap Band,
Alphaville,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Desert Stars,
Wally Richardson,
Quadrant,
Ten City,
The Associates,
Vladislav Delay,
The Dead C,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Arthur Verocai,
48th St. Collective,
Mantronix,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.