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 Norway and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Blake Baxter to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Durutti Column,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Connie Case,
Ossler,
The Smoke,
Howard Jones,
kango's stein massive,
Shoche,
X-102,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Funky Four + One,
Procol Harum,
Erasure,
Sam Rivers,
Cecil Taylor,
Model 500,
Depeche Mode,
Ohio Players,
Banda Bassotti,
Little Man,
Angry Samoans,
Ultravox,
Thompson Twins,
Pulsallama,
The Slits,
Todd Terry,
H. Thieme,
Lungfish,
Television Personalities,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aaron Thompson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Al Stewart,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hoover,
Wings,
Maurizio,
Arthur Verocai,
John Cale,
Aural Exciters,
Monolake,
Matthew Bourne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Heaven 17,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alison Limerick,
Wally Richardson,
Michelle Simonal,
Wire,
Scion,
Roger Hodgson,
The Names,
The Music Machine,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soft Machine,
Sandy B,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.