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 Estonia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ 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 Sixth Finger to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Das Ding,
Quantec,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
48th St. Collective,
Bobbi Humphrey,
AZ,
Livin' Joy,
Deakin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ken Boothe,
Crime,
Procol Harum,
The Gories,
Kaleidoscope,
Arab on Radar,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barrington Levy,
Motorama,
Soft Cell,
Susan Cadogan,
The Saints,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Pus,
Dawn Penn,
Laurel Aitken,
Morten Harket,
Television,
Maleditus Sound,
Alison Limerick,
The Index,
The Monks,
Delon & Dalcan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sparks,
Guru Guru,
Fluxion,
Porter Ricks,
Dead Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Don Cherry,
The United States of America,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Outsiders,
Mantronix,
Pylon,
The Gun Club,
Boredoms,
the Human League,
Saccharine Trust,
Idris Muhammad,
Nico,
Hashim,
Nik Kershaw,
Matthew Bourne,
The Selecter,
The Fuzztones,
Johnny Clarke,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Au Pairs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.