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 Peru and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Arthur Verocai to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Von Mondo,
EPMD,
Throbbing Gristle,
Anthony Braxton,
John Holt,
The Gories,
David Bowie,
Derrick May,
ABBA,
The Walker Brothers,
Marine Girls,
Sun City Girls,
Black Bananas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Subhumans,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Raincoats,
Steve Hackett,
The Saints,
The Fall,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DJ Sneak,
Groovy Waters,
Icehouse,
The Searchers,
The Dead C,
Todd Terry,
Spandau Ballet,
Funky Four + One,
Agent Orange,
Faraquet,
Kaleidoscope,
Surgeon,
Minor Threat,
Bad Manners,
Donald Byrd,
the Association,
Al Stewart,
Lyres,
Zapp,
The Kinks,
Mo-Dettes,
The Slits,
The Happenings,
Bizarre Inc.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scrapy,
Anakelly,
Mars,
Kurtis Blow,
Dark Day,
AZ,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Visage,
The Gap Band,
Boredoms,
The Barracudas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Zero Boys,
Country Teasers,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.