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 Bhutan and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes 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 Pet Shop Boys to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Iggy Pop,
Wolf Eyes,
Monolake,
Rites of Spring,
Panda Bear,
Symarip,
Donny Hathaway,
The Alarm Clocks,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cure,
Icehouse,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang of Four,
Roxy Music,
Lindisfarne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Technova,
Ituana,
Brass Construction,
Loose Ends,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Tremeloes,
The Neon Judgement,
Derrick Morgan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Blossom Toes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Black Dice,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Vogues,
DJ Sneak,
Section 25,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ten City,
Boz Scaggs,
The Toasters,
The Searchers,
Adolescents,
Harry Pussy,
Kas Product,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grey Daturas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dawn Penn,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tres Demented,
The Last Poets,
Country Teasers,
X-101,
Wally Richardson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minny Pops,
Leonard Cohen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roxette,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.