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 New Zealand and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Spandau Ballet to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Matthew Halsall,
La Düsseldorf,
Main Source,
Erasure,
Terry Callier,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Prince Buster,
Gichy Dan,
Barbara Tucker,
ABC,
Tim Buckley,
Gang of Four,
The Offenders,
Ten City,
Black Moon,
Talk Talk,
Boredoms,
Kool Moe Dee,
Goldenarms,
Warsaw,
T.S.O.L.,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grey Daturas,
Procol Harum,
Mars,
World's Most,
Minny Pops,
Desert Stars,
Jerry's Kids,
Nico,
Adolescents,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pole,
Jeff Mills,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Morten Harket,
Jawbox,
Jimmy McGriff,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Five Americans,
Basic Channel,
Lindisfarne,
the Soft Cell,
Thompson Twins,
Minutemen,
Suburban Knight,
Tropical Tobacco,
Flamin' Groovies,
L. Decosne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hasil Adkins,
June Days,
Eddi Front,
The Saints,
Simply Red,
Skriet,
Q and Not U,
Dead Boys,
Faraquet,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.