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 Croatia and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 E-Dancer to the crunk 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
DJ Sneak,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Pretty Things,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Traffic Nightmare,
Delon & Dalcan,
AZ,
Los Fastidios,
Motorama,
Slick Rick,
Scott Walker,
Flipper,
Sandy B,
Porter Ricks,
DJ Style,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Last Poets,
Vainqueur,
Steve Hackett,
Max Romeo,
Babytalk,
Skriet,
Kaleidoscope,
Unwound,
Amon Düül,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bang On A Can,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lightning Bolt,
New York Dolls,
Tears for Fears,
L. Decosne,
Lou Christie,
Organ,
Bauhaus,
Rakim,
China Crisis,
DNA,
Make Up,
Shoche,
Scrapy,
Chrome,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pet Shop Boys,
PIL,
The Blues Magoos,
Lalann,
The Sonics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Newcleus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Agitation Free,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cecil Taylor,
Moby Grape,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Intrusion,
Sun City Girls,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.