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 Egypt and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the grunge 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Television,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scrapy,
Minnie Riperton,
Laurel Aitken,
Groovy Waters,
Bronski Beat,
The Leaves,
Ituana,
The Martian,
Porter Ricks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deadbeat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Brass Construction,
Black Pus,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Moody Blues,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yusef Lateef,
The Tremeloes,
Ludus,
Darondo,
Magazine,
the Soft Cell,
Morten Harket,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Little Man,
Steve Hackett,
Eddi Front,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Vogues,
Big Daddy Kane,
A Certain Ratio,
Nick Fraelich,
D'Angelo,
Au Pairs,
The Black Dice,
Connie Case,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nils Olav,
Juan Atkins,
The Mojo Men,
Sixth Finger,
Ronnie Foster,
R.M.O.,
June of 44,
The Doobie Brothers,
DJ Sneak,
Hardrive,
Theoretical Girls,
Charles Mingus,
The Cowsills,
Roxette,
Black Sheep,
Janne Schatter,
Andrew Hill,
The Slackers,
The Young Rascals,
Jawbox,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.